Confessions of a Video Vixen has ratings and reviews. Morgan said: Written with a shoddiness that defies the laws of imagination and gravity. I. Steffans not only offers scandalous details but names names in a book called ” Confessions of a Video Vixen,” scheduled to be in stores next. Book Review of Confessions of a Video Vixen: the Nonfiction, Paperback by Karrine Steffans (Amistad, Oct 17, ).

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Return to Book Page. Confessions of a Video Vixen by Karrine Steffans. Part tell-all, part cautionary tale, this emotionally charged memoir from a former video vixen nicknamed ‘Superhead’ goes beyond the glamour of celebrity to reveal the inner workings of the hip-hop dancer industry—from the physical and emotional abuse that’s rampant in the industry, and which marked her own life—to the excessive use of drugs, sex and bling.

Once the sought- Part tell-all, part cautionary tale, this emotionally charged memoir from a former video vixen nicknamed ‘Superhead’ goes beyond the glamour of celebrity to reveal the inner workings of the hip-hop dancer industry—from the physical and emotional abuse that’s rampant in the industry, and which marked her own life—to the excessive use of drugs, sex and bling.

Once the sought-after video girl, this sexy siren has helped multi-platinum artists, such as Jay-Z, R. Kelly and LL Cool J, sell millions of albums with her sensual dancing. In a word, Karrine was H-O-T. But the film and music video sets, swanky Hollywood and New York restaurants and trysts with the celebrities featured in the pages of People and In Touch magazines only touches setffans surface of Karrine Steffans’ life.

Her journey is filled with physical abuse, rape, drug and alcohol abuse, homelessness and single motherhood—all by the age of By sharing her story, Steffans hopes to shed light on an otherwise romanticised industry and help young women avoid the same pitfalls she encountered. If they’re already in danger, she hopes to inspire them to find a way to dig themselves out of what she knows first-hand to be a cycle of hopelessness and despair.

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See 1 question about Confessions of a Video Vixen…. Lists with This Book. Aug 07, Morgan rated it did not like it Recommends it for: Written with a shoddiness that defies the laws of imagination and gravity.

I whipped through it in an hour and a half and promptly returned it to Barnes and Noble. Whatever she managed to learn along the way it certainly did not include grammar or storytelling. Makes you wonder why they didn’t just get a ghost writer or at least hook her up with Neil Strauss. At least he could have made this morass of stupidity and degradation somewhat more readable.

Confessions of a Video Vixen

However, the saddest part of this whole book Written with a shoddiness that defies the laws of imagination and gravity. However, the saddest part of this whole book is that it will probably do more to encourage than discourage young girls with low self-esteem to follow her path.


For “a cautionary tale”, there isn’t a whole lot of dissuasion going on. I mean – what preteen wallflower wouldn’t want to party with P.

Diddy or have Shaq pay their rent? And you get a book deal out of it too?

More confessions of ‘Video Vixen’ Karrine Steffans

All without any observable talent and no education? He smuggled it there from the theatre’s own Gift Shop, which sold all kinds of Hollywood-related tripe, and wrapped it in a work binder as a child might hide a comic in a textbook. Whenever business was slow and nobody was around, he would be steadily reading it.

He thought that he was pretty slick and he would even wink at me as if to say: The book was open on the counter and the slacker had a goofy, remote smile on his face, his eyes had drifted off in daydreams, no doubt he was engrossed in a lurid episode, chopping it up with Karrine. Without warning, the manager shut the book on him–SLAM! The slacker was stunned.

The jig was up. To my delight, he stammered some feeble gibberish. The manager didn’t say a word, he just stared back and forth at the cover and the culprit’s anxious face, with curious eyes, searching for an excuse or an explanation.

What the guy said next–the way he said it–makes me laugh to this day: I have no excuse. I was in the middle of reading The Innocents Abroad when my hold for these “Confessions” came through the Library so I picked it up downtown and read it shamelessly over the next week.

I had promised myself based on an impression.

More confessions of ‘Video Vixen’ Karrine Steffans – NY Daily News

A few weeks ago, I ended up at a strange party. It was a dream. The house was large and spacious but it was packed with people and poorly lit. The halls were musty from couples making out in them. I peeked inside a few rooms while searching for an open window to stand beside. One of the rooms had Superhead’s porno with Mr. Marcus playing on an LCD in the background as if it were part of the decorations. It made quite an impression on all the bystanders and passing guests.

The guys were awe-struck, hypnotized, some of them seemed to be memorizing, while the girls gaped at Steffans with hostile insecurity, as if they were witnessing a powerful machine that would make them obsolete, and poor Mr. Marcus, such consternation as I’ve never seen on a porno stud before; he had met his match.

She was a fascinating creature in that moment. I wondered where her talents came from. And so I resolved to read her book. Take the story of a bicycle, what matters are the ridahs [sic]. The object itself is devoid of personality; she puts on coats of paint, streamers, breast implants. Steffans is a simple agent of unchecked and irrational desire.

Probably ghostwritten, the book is a whimsical series of flight-crash-and-burn with hip-hop celebrities thrown in to lend the wrecks importance.

She makes the same mistakes time and again so that it’s impossible to identify with her unless you’re equally oblivious to life’s consequences.

She allows every man she comes across to use her in exchange for money, gifts, vacations. She becomes a date rape victim, confrssions punching bag, a steak chef, a lap dog, a rump-shaker. She sleeps with every man in the book, except her father, to wit: She manages to suck the last vestige of meaning from the word “love” as she applies it incessantly to every celebrity she sexually encounters. Forget the nonsense about this being an inspirational or cautionary tale.


It’s bragging and gossip told with peculiar bravado. The celebs are often announced with the silliest hype. Even more distasteful is her plaintive chapter-long namedrop of the late Merlin Santana, whom I omitted from the above list out of respect: And yet there is no chapter devoted to her rehabilitation from drugs, if indeed she is off them, and for all the praising of her son as her saviour, he only gets a few words here and there, as she constantly abandons him for months with babysitters and uses him as an excuse to prostitute herself when her showbiz pimps refuse to let her freeload.

No mention of her stint in adult films either. In her strange worldview, it might be bad publicity. I’m talking quirky behaviours and situational anecdotes, not techniques or girths, because the narrative is surprisingly romantic rather than descriptive or detailed. There’s a lot of melting, filling, stroking, floating, etc. It has its moments. For example, Ice-T is a main character in the book.

It turns out that he is a most gracious, philosophical pimp. Ice-T kaarrine the force that brought Steffans to the West Coast, he opened up avenues for her exposure, as long as she put out and he was interested. When they would hold hands in public, she was only allowed to grasp his pinky finger; a symbolic gesture, meaning she could steffanz ever possess a small part of him.

He fixed her up with her first jobs in the hip hop industry, which made her the celebrated whore she is today, so when he finally cut her loose, what did he require in return? A white Cadillac, paid upon success. Last thing, concerning Ja Rule.

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I understand the attraction of fame and money. No doubt, Ja has plowed through his share of beautiful women because he is rich and famous. Some might even be crazy enough to love vvideo as an artist. But that doesn’t change the fact that he looks like a 14 year old boy and sounds like a rusty old man.

His music is not terrible but he’s something of a ridiculous caricature. Now, I believe Fabio is a ridiculous caricature as well, but I understand why he is idolized by lonely women who haunt the romance aisles at Target.

Fabio is fantastic looking because he appears in fantasies as a blonde beefcake. The imagination of these lonely women can fill the mental void of his classic beauty steffabs the slightest insistence, but Ja Rule has no redeeming physical qualities cixen compare, his puniness is more sobering than inspirational.

I thought there was no way Steffans could explain her attraction to the wealthy runt without sounding like a shallow gold-digger. Boy was I wrong!