Sometimes I am pleased that I do not have to understand everything.

Jan, you are sweet !

Her transformation fits the narrative of Hitchcocks "Vertigo", where the blonde, Kim Novak, dies and returns as a brunette, only to leave the love struck Jimmy Stewart in dismay twice.

Homo Ludens

Since I personally had blue, green and orange hair (in my far away youth) that no one but my mother found appealing, I'd say it has no evolutionary purpose unless one needs to play sometimes in order to survive.

Jan

I like to be crisp and clear. What exactly is it you don't understand?
A greeter is not very common in most European restaurants. But I'm not sure if the confusion starts there.

@Arnon
(Indeed a greeter is very uncommon in the restaurants I sometimes frequent.)
But it is only about the wonderful world of ever changing hair colors and/or fashion. I do not have to understand everything to appreciate these phenomena nor the invented scenarios. I am not confused, I appreciate your observations.

@Arnon - of you haven't seen Lost Highway by David Lynch yet, I recommend it in light of your entry of today, if only simply to admire (adore!) Patricia Arquette. I still have no clue what it's about narratively speaking (or what the change of her hair color is about). For me: just watching individual scenes of it is what it's about.

Misinterpretation

I don't know in which of Milan Kundera's novels a beautiful short brunette is misinterpreted for a blonde and tall one (she's the lover of an Art History Prof. who doesn't want to meet the guy who wants him to comment on his work. The Prof. even changes his classes' schdule to avoid meeting him, as a result the haunting guy goes to the Prof's home and she opens the door for him...). These moments in literature and in life attract my attention. I just told my sister I dissapointed a Bezalel student because I'm 42 instead of the 38 she thought I was. On the telephone today she accused me of telling her I'm 38 (can't be, not even in my mother's womb). It's amazing, I'm tall, and some people find me beautiful, so she automatically turned me into an anorexic (she wanted me to be her model for the end of the year's project). I felt like telling her I apologize for failing to be the blonde she wanted me to be. My sister just told me she was scolded for sending a teacher who wore pants instead of a skirt to an orthodox school. She didn't, it was the subject of the lecture that left the mistaken impression the teacher was wearing pants.