I Woke Up To Marc On Pole News

I woke up to Marc on pole news🥹

I'm so happy

We need to have a serious conversation about the commodification of professional athletes.

Logan Sargeant’s car went up in flames after a nasty crash — a crash that he is incredibly lucky to have walked away uninjured from.

You would think that’s a good thing, right? No one could possibly be upset — after all, cars are replaceable but people very much are not.

Except “fans” (and I hesitate to even call them such) on Twitter and Instagram seem to disagree. They value an upgraded chassis more than the human being driving it.

And this isn’t something new — we see it happen all the time in other sports when athletes get injured and “fans” are more upset about how it’ll impact their fantasy lineup or favorite team than the actual human being having to deal with everything. But just because it’s not new doesn’t make it any less disappointing to see.

Athletes are people, let’s treat them as such.

Thank goodness Logan made it out okay, he’s more important than the car he drives ❤️

HE WINS IN MONACO, HE WINS IN MONZA

On: different parenting approaches

so keke rosberg has a world championship, and a newborn son. he retires the sport a year after, the shadow of tragedy following him -- the fatal crash of his friend and f1 driver elio de angelis being the reason.

now keke has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. he bonds with his son in the language he knows best — no, not his mother tongue rusty with disuse — racing.

so he builds a track in their garden in ibiza and sticks his son in the two person kart beside him before he is old enough for the helmet to even fit properly.

keke takes nico to the last race of his career in DTM, in a smaller replica of his exact uniform. keke tells him to wave. the roar of the crowd terrifies nico. he can't. he wants to be a racing driver when he grows up.

and you know this part of the story. the boy follows in his father's footsteps. in the sport of nepotism, keke rosberg is the only world champion father who lives to see his son become a champion.

so nico rosberg has a world championship and a newborn daughter. he retires the sport a year after she is born. he knows the same fatality of the sport his father does, has experienced and lost firsthand.

now nico has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. nico wants to bond with her in every way he can. he wants to be hands on in every way.

he speaks 5 languages, went to an international school and both she and her sister are enrolled in the same one. he reads parenting books, has tea parties with them, and drops them to school.

the thought of his daughters following in his footsteps terrifies him, and he understands now why his mother could never stomach to watch a single race of his. this glorious unforgiving sport of his, and his father's, that doesn't care who it takes. and it seems unthinkable to put a child in a racecar, even though that was his childhood.

but if she really wanted, like he really wanted -- he would not deny it.

so he takes her to a indoor go kart track in monaco, in a helmet that's bigger than her. he's tucked right behind her, safe. they share so many languages in common, french growing up in monaco, german at home, english at school, some spanish from going to ibiza. and this -- although it's been a while since he's really spoken it, his father's language-- is one of them.

i love how monster high is all like “come as you are! you’re beautiful and enough no matter your claws, scales, or freaky flaws!” and ever after high is “we must tear down this fascist institution that has been forced on us for generations encouraging compliance and tradition because choice is a vital right everyone deserves, no matter how bad people say they are, because morality was invented by the cruel system which drives us apart from our friends and curses us to unfair, miserable lives”

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

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