Ken Paves decided to share his wisdom with yesterday after Chicken Fried Britney’s weave sh-t the other day. Click here if you’ve really, really forgotten what that looked like.

Ken, as you know, is Porny Jessica Simpson’s BFF and also a supposed hair expert although, well, you know, if soap opera is your thing. He, of course, played it safe, not wanting to trash a potential client.

“It’s not that big of a deal actually, we have all seen this before. A case of bed head, who hasn’t had it? (!?) The truth is that this is exactly how these extensions are applied, however we are not supposed to see them, that’s all. There are thousands and thousands of women walking around whose hair looks just like that ‘underneath’. The remedy is simply to cover it up. It’s not a case of bad extensions, just a bad hair day!”

But... every day is a Chicken Fried hair day.


This is not my main concern about Ken’s comments. It’s something else he said. Something he added to the end of his Britney assessment:

“I am more concerned with the friend walking behind her who didn’t tell her right away! Ladies, support your sisters and stay on weave patrol, your day may come too! Help a sister out!”

So now Ken Paves is the hallmark of a good friend? A friend who’ll tell a friend when that friend looks busted? Please. We have so much photographic evidence that proves otherwise. And he’s her official paid professional beauty person too.

Where was the Ken the friend when Jessica wore out the mom jeans at the chilli cook-off in Florida? And earlier this week when she wrapped up her G-section up in a romper?

This bitch is no friend. If he was really her friend he’d make sure I was her friend. Then she’d have a proper friend.

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