Listen, I never thought I’d type these words: We’re supporting Spencer Pratt for Mayor of Los Angeles. The same Spencer Pratt who once plotted against Lauren Conrad on reality TV, rocked a spray tan that could blind pilots, and spent his twenties yelling “HEIDI MONTAG!” at anyone within earshot. But here we are in May 2026, staring down a June 2 primary that feels less like an election and more like a group therapy session for a city that’s been through it. And somehow, the only person making actual common-sense noises is the former villain from The Hills.
Incumbent Karen Bass: The Liar Who Couldn’t Even Lie Well
Mayor Bass is running for reelection like a kid who broke the family vase and is now pretending it was “modern art.” Her record? A masterclass in “promises made, fires started, rebuilds nowhere.” The Palisades Fire in January 2025 torched thousands of homes—including Pratt’s—and killed people while the mayor was in Ghana on a “diplomatic trip.” She later admitted in a podcast she “botched” the response, then her team tried to scrub the confession like a bad Yelp review. Texts were purged. Rebuilding? Less than 0.2% of destroyed homes are back. Homelessness? Still climbing. Fire department budget? Slashed right before the disaster. Bass has spent the last year pointing fingers, changing reports, and acting shocked that Angelenos are furious.
Nithya Raman: The Councilwoman Who’s Not Even From Here (But Has a Nice Hollywood Husband)
Then there’s City Councilmember Nithya Raman, who jumped into the race at the literal last second like she was late for brunch. Raman was born in Kerala, India, moved to Louisiana at age six, and eventually landed in LA as an urban planner with fancy degrees from Harvard and MIT. Impressive résumé—until you remember she’s been on the council since 2020, backed by the Democratic Socialists of America, and somehow still thinks more bureaucracy is the answer.
Critics (and yes, some very online accounts) call her a “nepo baby” because her husband, Vali Chandrasekaran, is a big-deal TV writer/producer (30 Rock, Modern Family). She’s had to recuse herself from entertainment-industry votes to avoid conflicts. She lives in a gorgeous Silver Lake home and talks a big game about housing and Hollywood saving us. Look, she’s smart, she’s progressive, and she’s definitely not a native Angeleno who grew up dodging potholes on the 405. She’s the outsider who moved here, climbed the progressive ladder, and now wants to run the whole show. It’s giving “trust fund kid who discovered politics in grad school.”
Spencer Pratt: The Reluctant Hero We Never Knew We Needed
Enter Spencer Pratt—yes, that Spencer Pratt—who lost his Pacific Palisades house in the same fire that exposed Bass’s mess. He announced his run on the fire’s anniversary, called it a “mission not a campaign,” and has been dropping viral ads and Batman-themed roasts ever since. He’s raised serious cash (more than Bass at one point), polls in double digits, and somehow keeps stealing headlines from the professional politicians.
His pitch? No more lying politicians. Audit everything. Treat homelessness like the crisis it is (not just hand out tents). Crack down on crime. Fix the utilities. Get emergency prep right before the next disaster. He’s an outsider with no political baggage, and in a city drowning in insiders who’ve failed upward for decades, that’s strangely refreshing. We can’t believe we’re saying this either. We’ve watched him feud with Lauren Conrad and Heidi’s plastic surgery arc. But right now? He’s the only one talking like a normal human who’s actually mad about the same things we are.
The polls show Bass leading but a ton of voters still undecided. Raman and Pratt are battling for that second spot to force a November runoff. The debates have been spicy—Pratt calling out the failures, Raman pushing her progressive record, Bass defending the indefensible.
Look, LA is a circus. We’ve got reality stars running for mayor, councilmembers with Hollywood connections, and an incumbent who turned a wildfire response into a PR nightmare. In that clown car, Spencer Pratt is the guy who at least admits the car is on fire and suggests we maybe grab an extinguisher instead of another committee meeting.
So yeah. We support Spencer Pratt for LA Mayor. Reluctantly. Enthusiastically. With full awareness of how absurd it sounds. But when the alternatives are more of the same failure wrapped in different packaging… pass the spray tan and the ballot. The Hills guy might just be the common sense we didn’t know we needed.
