What's money, really? Just energy moving in and out of your life.
In the long tradition of outsiders who seek power by performing authenticity, Spencer Pratt has entered the race for Los Angeles mayor armed with a bestselling memoir that may be his most honest — and most self-defeating — credential. The book, written before the campaign fully took shape, documents a life of cultivated entitlement, financial improvisation, and gleeful manipulation, raising the oldest question in democratic politics: can a person who has never governed themselves govern others? Los Angeles, a city of reinvention, now must decide whether self-awareness is the same thing as wisdom.
- A man who once sold unauthorized celebrity photos for quick cash is now asking the second-largest city in America to hand him a $14 billion annual budget.
- His memoir — debuting at No. 7 on the NYT bestseller list — reads less like a campaign biography and more like a gift basket delivered directly to his political opponents.
- His populist outsider message is undercut at nearly every turn by his own written admissions: no savings, no backup plan, and a childhood so over-validated it 'hardwired something dangerous' into his brain.
- Established figures like billionaire developer Rick Caruso are already questioning whether charisma and self-aware amorality are substitutes for actual governing experience.
- Pratt has adopted Trumpian rhetorical tactics — bullying nicknames, conspiracy undertones, and a persecution narrative — but without the political infrastructure that made such tactics viable elsewhere.
Spencer Pratt announced his run for Los Angeles mayor in January as a populist outsider, positioning himself as a sincere critic of government waste — particularly after losing his home in the Palisades wildfire. Then he published a memoir, and the memoir told a different story.
The Guy You Loved to Hate debuted at number seven on the New York Times bestseller list, a genuine commercial success that functions, inadvertently, as a comprehensive opposition research file. It traces his origins in a world of unconditional privilege — a surfing dentist father, celebrity adjacency, and a childhood in which every small achievement was treated like a heroic act. Pratt does not claim to be self-made. He claims, with some candor, to have been coddled into a particular kind of entitlement.
The book documents his years on The Hills, where he spread unsubstantiated rumors about a castmate's sex tape, sold unauthorized photographs of Mary-Kate Olsen for fast cash, and once blackmailed his own father as a preteen. He admits to cocaine use but waves it off with characteristic bravado. The most politically damaging passages, however, concern money. He describes a life of 'direct deposit and vibes' — no savings, no backup plan, just spending whatever arrived. This is the man now seeking stewardship of a $14 billion municipal budget.
Pratt has borrowed the rhetorical playbook of Donald Trump, coining nicknames for rivals and cultivating a persecution narrative that includes a note to readers warning that any suspicious death on his part should be treated as murder. Rick Caruso, the billionaire developer who lost the 2022 mayoral race to Karen Bass, told The Hollywood Reporter that experience matters — and that Los Angeles has already seen what happens without it.
Whether voters read Pratt's self-aware amorality as a form of honesty, or simply as amorality, is the question his campaign has not yet answered — and that his memoir, for all its candor, does not resolve.
Spencer Pratt announced his run for Los Angeles mayor in January as a populist outsider, the kind of political newcomer who rails against establishment corruption and government waste. Then he published a memoir.
The Guy You Loved to Hate debuted at number seven on the New York Times bestseller list for hardcover nonfiction—a genuine commercial success. But it reads less like a campaign credential and more like a detailed inventory of everything a political opponent would want to know about you. Pratt has essentially monetized his own opposition research file.
The book traces his rise as a reality television antihero, beginning with The Princes of Malibu, a short-lived Fox series that capitalized on his friendships with the sons of media mogul Peter Chernin and music producer David Foster. His father was a surfing dentist. His childhood was characterized by what Pratt himself describes as a "level of unconditional validation" that "hardwired something dangerous into my developing brain." Every minor achievement—a lost tooth, a soccer goal—was met with the kind of celebration usually reserved for war heroes. He does not present himself as a self-made man overcoming hardship. He presents himself as someone who was coddled into a particular kind of entitlement.
The memoir documents his years on MTV's The Hills, where he became known for rumormongering. He spread an unsubstantiated claim about a sex tape involving castmate Lauren Conrad, who denied it. Years earlier, he sold photographs of Mary-Kate Olsen partying without permission for quick cash. "Desperate times, desperate measures," he writes. "When you really think about it, it was a win-win. Mary-Kate got her rebel rebrand." He recalls blackmailing his own father as a preteen by recording him yelling, threatening to share the tape with the dental board. He admits to cocaine use, though his verdict was dismissive: "I don't need blow. I am blow."
Yet the most damaging material for a mayoral candidate may be his own account of financial recklessness. "Ever since I'd met Heidi, every dollar that came in, we'd spent right away," he writes. "That's just how we rolled. No savings account, no backup plan, just direct deposit and vibes. Because what's money, really? Just energy moving in and out of your life." This is the man now asking voters to trust him with Los Angeles' fourteen-billion-dollar annual budget. When a SWAT team burst into his house—a story involving guns and Pomeranians—he and his wife sought refuge at their favored Four Seasons resort in Costa Rica, bringing her Birkin bags with them. Not a relatable escape plan for most of his would-be constituents.
Pratt has adopted the rhetorical style of Donald Trump, coining bullying nicknames for his opponents in the race. He has positioned himself as a sincere critic of governmental fraud and waste, particularly after losing his house in the Palisades wildfire last year. But the memoir undercuts this positioning at nearly every turn. In a note to readers, he indulges his paranoid streak, writing that if anything happens to him—a heart attack, a slip in the shower, brake failure—readers should "KNOW THAT IT WAS MURDER. AND YES, PLEASE SEEK REVENGE." He later writes about his family line of "so-called 'conspiracy theorists' who turned out to be dead-on accurate, because it's only a conspiracy theory until it becomes breaking news."
Rick Caruso, the billionaire developer and former Republican who lost the 2022 mayoral race to Karen Bass and had been considering another run, told The Hollywood Reporter that while Pratt seemed "well-intended," experience matters. "We've had somebody that didn't have the experience to run the city, so I think experience is really important on knowing how to manage a job like that." The book itself offers little evidence that Pratt possesses any such experience. What it does offer is a portrait of a man who has spent his adult life monetizing chaos, and who now wants to be trusted with the governance of a major American city. Whether voters will see redemption in his self-aware amorality, or simply amorality, remains to be seen.
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Every minor developmental milestone was a national event. A tooth fell out? Parade. First soccer goal? Fireworks.— Spencer Pratt, describing his childhood in The Guy You Loved to Hate
We've had somebody that didn't have the experience to run the city, so I think experience is really important on knowing how to manage a job like that.— Rick Caruso, billionaire developer and 2022 mayoral candidate, on Pratt's candidacy
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Why would someone running for mayor write a book that documents his own financial recklessness and past rumormongering?
Because Pratt isn't operating from a traditional political playbook. He's built his entire career on being the guy people love to hate—on turning chaos into content, into money. The book is a continuation of that. It's honest in a way that's almost weaponized.
But doesn't that honesty undermine his campaign message about government waste and corruption?
Completely. He's saying he never had a savings account, never planned ahead, spent every dollar as it came in. Then he's asking people to trust him with a fourteen-billion-dollar budget. The contradiction is so stark it almost becomes the point.
Is he banking on voters seeing his self-awareness as a kind of authenticity?
Maybe. Or he's simply incapable of performing the kind of careful, risk-averse narrative that normal candidates produce. He's too practiced at being himself—the amoral character he's monetized for two decades. You can't just switch that off when you need votes.
What does it say about the political moment that someone like this can run seriously for mayor of Los Angeles?
That the outsider brand is powerful enough to overcome almost any disqualification. Trump proved that. Pratt is following the same playbook—the nicknames, the conspiracy thinking, the claim that he sees what others don't. The difference is Trump had money and media reach. Pratt has a bestselling memoir that reads like a confession.