For most of us, the 26.2 miles of a marathon represent the epitome of athletic endurance. For others, there are the ultramarathons, races that stretch to fifty or one hundred miles or more through some of the world's most inhospitable regions. The Badwater 135 winds through the middle of Death Valley in July. The Marathon des Sables is a six-day, 156-mile race across the Sahara Desert. The Hardrock 100 is a high-altitude hundred- miler amid lightning storms and avalanches. And then there is the Barkley Marathons. Officially, it consists of five loops through Frozen Head State Park in Tennessee, totaling one hundred miles, but most participants believe it to be closer to 130. Runners must ascend and descend about 120,000 feet of elevation—the equivalent of climbing up and down Mount Everest twice. And all this must be done in just sixty hours. As of race time this year, of the more than one thousand people who have run it, only fourteen have finished. |
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An hour and three minutes. It probably won't surprise you that Noah Wyle, who once again plays an ER doctor with preternatural attention to detail on The Pitt—and knows damn well that the clock often decides the difference between life and death—cites the exact amount of time until his next meeting. It's not because he doesn't want to Zoom with me on a Monday morning; it's because I jumped the gun and asked about season 2. An hour and three minutes? The time until his next writers' room meeting for the sophomore run of Max's breakout hospital drama. But I'm getting ahead of myself. On Thursday night, The Pitt dropped its penultimate episode, "8 P.M.," on Max. In it, we see Wyle's Dr. Robby struggle to recover as his world collapses in the wake of the mass shooting at Pitt Fest. His quasi-stepson blames him for the death of his girlfriend at the tragic event. He's still feeling the trauma of his mentor's death during the pandemic, and he's led his team through an unimaginable shift full of truly heartbreaking cases. "The waves are just crashing over his head and he's finally going under," Wyle says. "Somewhere between then and when we find him, he's trying everything he can to get himself out from underneath it." |
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With any new video game console, the question is always Why now? To find the answer, I woke up bright and early on Wednesday morning to attend a hands-on preview of the Nintendo Switch 2—solely because the gaming company has long responded to the question with a machine unlike anything I have ever seen before. So, when Nintendo previewed the Switch 2 (releasing on June 5, 2025), I was a bit confused by a machine from Team Mario that looks and plays fundamentally the same as the system I already own. In the larger video game industry, of course, that's nothing new. Every new PlayStation or Xbox is just an expensive computer with better visuals and more seamless gameplay. But for Nintendo? A new console generally arrives because the video game company is ready to showcase an entirely new way to play. |
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For all the spikes and daggers that is a long career in the public eye, Bacon has done the unusual thing of remaining very appealing. No one, it seems, is a Kevin Bacon hater. When I mention our interview to a friend, his question is easy enough: "Ask him how he stays so fucking cool after all these years." The meteor that was Bacon's dancing breakout in Footloose blasted American pop culture so hard that an ensuing career grew around, and perhaps never fully away from, the crater it left. Few actors know how it feels to have a role become a cultural phenomenon. To have a film, or a song, dissolve like a biologic mesh, irremovable from the identity of the person associated with it. Kevin Bacon has done so much for so long since Footloose. And yet, Footloose, probably, will always be the thing people think of first. When Bacon describes it, he sounds pensive. A little wistful, even. "Honestly, I'm still looking for the one," he says. "I've got this great career, but for a long time, the biggest success—probably to this day, actually—that I have is Footloose. I have never really had another one of those. And I would like that." |
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Obviously, smelling like your own damp sweat this summer is not an option, so instead, you've gotta find your summer scent. It should be everything the season calls for: something fresh and playful, perhaps something aquatic, or maybe even citrusy. Hell, go for a floral scent, if that's up your alley. Save your clove and tobacco scents for winter, and pull out your bright, light fragrances for summer. Don't have any in your arsenal yet? No problem—you've come to the right place. Our favorite scents for the summer are all about capturing the sunshine and bottling it up. Stop and smell the roses! Enjoy the sea salt air, the greenery, hell, even the khaki shorts! Below, see the 9 infallible fragrances our editors are obsessed with this summer. |
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As the seasons started to change, the music business machinery began creaking back into action. The new Lady Gaga album and Chappell Roan single brought that superstar buzz, and the summer tour calendar continues to fill up. Notably, these last few weeks saw the very welcome return of several remarkable women from different generations (Fiona Apple, Haim, Annie Lennox) following extended breaks. Together with a number of strong releases introducing album projects on the way, it made for an encouraging March—and a lot to look forward to in the near future. Here are the best songs of 2025 so far. |
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