Amelie Syndrome

I have been avoiding hairdressers for months now, because I'm still hopeful that one day they'll forget the horrible Amelie movie and start cutting my again hair like I'm a regular guy. For absolutely no obvious reason everybody seems to think I look like Amelie. And I certainly do after they are done with me. Unfortunately, the little that I've seen of the movie (on a longhaul flight with few options) has taught me that there has hardly ever been a character more different from mine.
And it happened again tonight. It's one of those communication problems: when I say short I meant 3 mm. When she said short she meant 3 inches.
I asked her to take the "A" out of Amelie by removing some more hair in front. Now it looks like Amelie might be part Romulan.
If there isn't a book on "semiotics of hair" it should be written.