Whether it’s Brat, White Boy, Hot Girl, Barbenheimer or way back to the Summer of Love, Americans love to give summer a theme.

Yet, in 2025, we just couldn’t get it together to make this summer anything.

It’s not for a lack of options to get excited about — we had Labubus, Coldplay Cheaters, And Just Like That, Jet2 Holidays, and a new American Pope to choose from. Nor is it a lack of trying, because there’s few things Americans love more than turning a season into a shared experience, even if participation is somewhat ironic.

But this summer, the only real shared theme was our unstoppable apathy.

Take, for instance, the lack of a “song of the summer,” a tradition that goes back decades if not centuries. These days, we can usually identify it as the song blasting from car stereos as th

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