You know what's going on here, sir, even though the primitives, who aren't very sharp, don't.
These sentiments aren't those of franksolich; they're those of franksolich thinking as primitives think.
(a) about the crowd in the food court seeming odd because so few blonds and blondes in it, while franksolich is rather more used to hordes and hordes of blonds and blondes much more so than other hair colors--and so this one in Albany is "odd" because it's not like the food courts in my world.
Primitives are very provincial, especially those from Massachusetts and the cousin out in San Diego; as far as they're concerned, their little corner of the world is the normal one, and if other parts of the world don't coincide with it, well, there's something wrong with other people's parts of the world.
So I'm mocking them for that.
(b) about that hair color matters in other aspects of the person and character; in this instance the primitives don't like "Nordic" blonds and blondes because they're too reminiscent of Adolph and his socialists several decades ago; they conjure up bad vibes.
Primitives of course are racist, and judge others by their outward appearances.
So I'm mocking them for that.
(c) about my disdain for blonds and blondes (which of course is totally
faux; I'd have no friends if that were the real case), the color of the hair giving one an excuse to Hate.
Primitives love to Hate, and are always looking around for reasons. (The bigger deal is, like the defrocked warped primitive Ms. Hindenberg, they can sometimes manage to hate for no reason at all.)
So I'm mocking them for that.
I surely hope decent and civilized people discern those times when franksolich is being utterly serious, being franksolich, and when franksolich is twitting the primitives.