In a sport where space-age materials meet with design innovation, there must surely be a happy medium between a painted white line and a race-ending gravel trap, that imposes a natural physical penalty on drivers for breaching track limits. I find the whining and tattling over the radio more annoying than the penalties themselves.
The commentary team were particularly grating today, with whoever they had covering the pits doing their best impression of someone who has never seen an F1 race before.
There is no shortage of women out there with a deep knowledge of F1. If you're going for gender diversity then pick one of those. There really is no excuse for giving the job to someone who combines a superficial understanding of the sport, with the demeanor of a deer in the headlights whenever the race commentators pitch her a softball question.