I can offer a sort of personal observation about all this, in an analogical fashion.
When I first starting dating my wife, who is black (I am not), she would notice people "looking at us funny a lot." It made her self-conscious (she'd never dated the white man before). It didn't me (make me self-conscious), I just don't tend to care anyways about that kinda thing. But I told her that it was fine, I never noticed it and people all treated us nicely anyways. People have always treated us nicely, with one exception, and that was a couple of young black boys, and I just happen to think that in their case they were kinda either jealous or disturbed that my girlfriend was with me instead of one a' them. Just a hunch based on their expressions and behavior.
Anywho at that time it wasn't even legal to do that in my state (cross the country race line), miscegenation laws were still in effect, and although nobody ever enforced them or even cared, our dating, much less our marriage, was Constitutionally illegal. As a technical matter. (Its entirely legal now. Even our youngins are legal now that the Constitution was amended. Will wonders never cease?) But I told my one day to be wife just to forget about anything she was assuming that people might be thinking and instead to just smile at them and be pleasant and I'd bet dollars to doughnuts they would return the favor. And they did, and often more than so. Even our one day to be pastor told me the first time I met him he didn't think much of the idea of a racially mixed marriage. (I respected his honesty and told him it didn't scare me none, if mine wouldn't him. And it didn't.) But he warmed up to my wife real swell once he actually met her. We even started going to my grandmother's old church and they took to us like white on rice, and black-eyed peas, and ten years earlier I'd sorta bet we'd have cleared the benches just by showing up. So that closed that case.
To make a long story short she eased up and began to relax some and within a few months she said she never noticed any funny looks any more. Either she really didn't notice anymore, there really weren't any funny looks in the first place (she had just been assuming about the motives of others instead of really knowing those motives), or like me, she just didn't care in any case.
My point is that sometimes in life you get what you go looking for.
And sometimes you get what you don't look for, which in many ways, may be just as important, if not more so, as the opposite thing.
Anywho, this is not to say there is no such thing as racism or sexism or whatever the "ism du jour" might be, it's just that it usually isn't the bugbear it appears to be on first blush, and truth be told, you get to know most people, and they're pretty fair. That is they may have motives for their beliefs, even ones I sometimes think wrong, but they may have motives that to them are based on solid principles or based on valid personal experience.
So you can't always mind-read and be accurate. I'm just not sure there are that many real Jedi masters running around.
Hell, the only ones I know who can mind read are women, that's what the ones I know tell me anyways, and I'm not always sure they're right either.
I can't prove that, for an absolute fact, but it's just a hunch based on personal observation.
As for the game, I suspect it's much like it is in real life.
You get the world you set out to make.
Or the one you'll tolerate anyway.