Sunday was the messy season finale of I Love LA, one of my favorite shows of the last half of 2025. (Yes, it’s okay, this is a safe space, you can admit you love it, too.) I’ve seen a bunch of discourse on whether or not Rachel Sennott’s comedy depicts “the real LA”—and I am in no position to weigh in on that. I’ve also seen a few articles on the real-l…