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This titillating expose chronicles the personal and professional adventures of this tabloid-laden socialite, dispelling some rumors, while confirming others. Diaries unveils the heavily shrouded Hollywood backrooms and its coveted secrets. Offering her ardent fans answers to burning questions and presenting lessons learned, this book will surely not disappoint.

Karrine Steffans continues to dish out juicy gossip and the much sought after details of her star studded lifestyle and the celebrity men that helped her get where she needed to be.

Karrine draws you in to get an up-close and personal look at the Hollywood life of fast money and sex; all the things that make for a great movie. She discusses her interactions with people after the release of Confessions of a Video Vixen and how she copes with it all.

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1 out of 5 stars

Parent, Man, Friend, Woman, Love, Dependency October 4, 2007
112 out of 115 found this review helpful

I had a debate with a co-worker about whether Superhead had learned anything in her first book. While my co-worker refused to budge on Superhead learning a thing and still being the same person, I was just as stubborn about saying that I felt she'd grown as a person. However, I still can't bring myself to support any publication that depends on gossip (I don't even read gossip magazines and flat out will not read forwards about celebrities--I simply don't care unless it's positive), but I read her second book in about 3 hours while sitting in a cafe because her last one was funny as hell, and I wanted to see if I was right about her evolving as a person.

Three things came to mind.

Men in Relationships: I've never sided with a rapper who speaks badly about women, but if I was a male rapper and had dealt with Karrine, I could understand Nelly's point on "Hip Hop Versus America" when he said that a man may talk badly about women if in a bad situation with someone close to him. I read this book and she turned down so many good guys because they weren't fun enough. Then when they were fun enough, they weren't wild enough. Then when they were too wild, then they weren't smart enough. Then when they were smart enough, then they were boring. Then when they were boring, then she wanted young. When they were young, she wanted steady. It just went on and on and on. I got to the point where I was thinking "Lady, just be single! Stop wasting all these good men's time."

Parenthood: I have a friend who just had a baby. She talks about her daughter to death and since I don't want children, I can't relate when she is excited about so many small things her daughter does. But reading this book, I felt more sorry for Steffans' son now than I did before. Every single chapter, there was another man involved (and some revisiting), a nanny taking care of her kid while she was out perusing the town, and pretty much the only time her son was mentioned was when one of her many men took an interest in him and momentarily played daddy. I just cannot understand why Steffans does not realize that while she's out chasing the man of her dreams, she's got a young boy who probably DREAMS that she'll pay as much attention to him as she does to sex and dating. I'm absolutely positive that as that boy grows up, he's going to have a negative perception of women with the rotating door of dudes walking in and out of his mom's house. He's also going to crave attention. Karrine, if you're reading this review, has it ever occurred to you that the same amount of love you need from a man, your own son could use that kind of love from you? From this book, it sounds like he's a second thought. Her book made me more interested in the small things a parent loves about their child simply because there are too many parents who neglect their own seeds.

Cattiness: Various times through this book, Superhead said repeatedly that she's grown as a person, is more mature, and does not rely on sex. She said she doesn't understand why everyone is always worried about her sex live. HELLO! YOU WROTE A BEST-SELLING NOVEL (by the way, I've met so many best-selling authors over the years, and ironically, not one of them has ever felt the need to keep reminding or even mentioning that they are a best-selling novelist--that was getting really irritating and arrogant) ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE AND IT WAS BASED AROUND SEX WITH RAPPERS! How do you expect us to regard you? Even as a best-selling novelist, your book was a memoir about your sex life. It's hard to divide the two, kinda like dividing Stephen King from horror. But as much as this best-selling author KEPT saying she grew as a person, she kept putting people on blast. It was very nasty to say the comment about Larenz, completely tacky to make the comment about where Antonio's mouth had been, unnecessary to make the comment about Tisha, and then calling out Papa at the end of the book proved nothing more than to break up more marriages. I find it very pathetic when a woman who is supposed to be grown finds nothing more satisfying than making sure people in their own relationships are as unhappy as possible and you're the cause of it. Why was it necessary to say who Papa was? That was low, especially considering his wife's circumstances. She could've at least respected Papa's wife's situation even if Superhead felt that his body language wasn't matching his words. Still worse, the comment to Bobby for revenge was just as bad. I felt like I was reading a memoir from a 13-year-old girl who is head of some high school club and doesn't understand why boys suck rather than a mother and a "best-selling author."

I really hope that someday she gets into a relationship that is permanent, stops opening her legs to random men (70% of new HIV/AIDS patients are Black women in our age group), and pays attention to her son. I tried to be objective in this review, but there's no way around it. This book was well-written and a page-turner, but I got it at the library because I could not see myself supporting a woman so incredibly immature. Unbelievable. I developed a whole new line of respect for Jamie Foxx, and I hate saying I was wrong, but I guess I have to go tell my co-worker she was right: Superhead/Karrine Steffans has not learned a thing.

1 out of 5 stars

Could I get a refund or Karri loves Bill September 30, 2007
51 out of 54 found this review helpful

This is the biggest waste of money. The Vixen had to have written this in one morning, because it only took me two hours on a Saturday morning to complete this work. All she did was talk about Bobby, Ray J and Bill. How pathetic. She is practically begging Bill to marry her, throughout the book. This is a plot or we are being "punked". She has no pride, but wants to be seen as respectable. And papa??? Method Man??? Please. His wife has cancer so I suppose she felt she could reveal him. This book reads like the diary I kept when I was 10 years: juvenile and redundant.

1 out of 5 stars

The return of Supahead January 10, 2008
26 out of 27 found this review helpful

Here's the problem with writing a revealing autobiography -- you have no material left for the inevitable sequel.

But that's only one of the many problems with "The Vixen Diaries," a flaccid recounting of Karrine "Supahead" Steffans' sex life and career in the year of 2006. When she's not posing, preening and preaching, Steffans is racing from one one worthless fling to another.

Much of the book is a celebration of how her life has changed since the publication of "Confessions of a Video Vixen" -- she now has money, notoriety, celebrity friends, a nice home, new ultramegaexpensive cars whenever she damages one (which seems to be frequently), and enough financial room that she can make a habit of club-hopping through L.A.

This is where reality starts fuzzing out, because apparently her small amount of fame (or infamy) has gone to Steffans' head. Suddenly she's no longer a damaged hip-hop groupie/video girl who exchanged sex for money, but a "an author" who writes "internationally bestselling nonfiction" with a "message." Oh yes, and if you disapprove of her, you're obviously a chauvinist.

But this book isn't just about Steffans' success with the last one -- it's also about men. Ray J, Eric Benet, a strung-out Bobby Brown, Mike Tyson, Magic Johnson, the Icon, and her ex-boyfriend Bill Maher -- whom Steffans rhapsodizes about until I got the squirmy feeling that I was seeing a woman beg. Not pretty.

One of the most hilarious lines of the entire book is: "... some people can't seem to get over my past -- the partying, the relationships, the sex..." This, of course, coming from a woman whose "internationally bestselling nonfiction" was all about sex with rappers.

It's a pretty funny pronouncement from someone who poses like a porn star on the cover, and revels in the fame her sex-drugs-hip-hop book has brought her. No matter how many times she says she loves staying at home, puts her son first, et cetera... what really stands out is the amount of time she spends chasing men and partying. It leaves you feeling sorry for her kid, who watches his mother bounding desperately after one man after another.

Despite her tepid, gossipy prose, Steffans does manage some stirring moments -- the painful account of grandfather's death is quite touching, and her encounter with Jamie Foxx shows what a pleasant guy he is. But these are only a few moments in a paper-thin narrative, dominated by a schizophrenic carousel of men who are married, creepy, wounded or strung-out -- all of whom she claims to "love."

Aside from her disdain for LA, there's little that's new here. The thin book is padded with pompous ponderings about Hollywood, homosexuality, relationships, marriage, double standards, being a parent and the woes of being rich'n'famous. Insightful, they ain't. One interlude -- where she scratches a Mercedes and goes screeching to the dealership for a new one -- is absolutely painful.

And though she piously outpreaches a hypocritical minister, Steffans comes across as a pretty nasty piece of work herself. She drips scorn on her lovers' wives, on a publicist who does not recognize her as a "celebrity," and even calls Bobby Brown to gleefully tell him that his ex-wife is now having sex with Karrine's ex-boyfriend. How mature.

The nastiness climaxes in the final pages, where she writes a drippy, sexual letter to her married lover, "Papa." But she reveals his name this time -- how wonderfully classy of her.

"The Vixen Diaries" is a tedious, trashy trip through the ego of Karrine Steffans, who apparently thinks that recounting sex with rappers makes her a Great Artist. Ultimately, it makes her a walking headache.

2 out of 5 stars

That's it? hmm. September 30, 2007
18 out of 19 found this review helpful

First off let me start by saying her writing skills have improved drastically. Based on her first book I assumed the writing would be equally as bad. Anyway in this book Karrine chronicles her expierences after Confessions. She discusses encounters from celebrities mentioned in her previous book and new encounters (yes, some sexual unsuprisingly). However, Karrine defitnetly leaves many more undisclosed names in this one than the last, which is a big disappoint. As she says somewhere in the book, she has many secrets and will never tell all of them. As a reader I believe if you're going to tell choose to write a book, don't do short cuts or leave s*** out. Be real with it. I understand she owes the audience nothing, but we're the ones who put money in her pocket, so MAKE IT GOOD! Anybody who claims they read this book not hoping for some juicy gossip is a lie, point blank. If that IS what you're hoping for, you will be let down, trust me. Something else I found quite annoying is how she went on and on about herself. I'm glad that she has improved and evolved as a woman, but Jesus SHUT UP AND GET TO THE GOOD STUFF (which is limited in this book). For example she finally reveals who Papa is. I don't know about the rest of ya'll, but his identity is no suprise to me. I find it quite hilarious that she actually believes she became famous because of the fact that she is a "New York time's best-selling author," as she repeatedly mentions. I'm unapologetically saying NO HONEY, you're famous because you sucked the life out of hundreds of many men. It's purely obvious that Bill Maher is a man she truly loves (or thinks she loves anyway) as she constantly mentions him throughout the book. Let me sum this review up by saying NO, this book is not worth your $24.99 plus tax; & NO, this book is not even worth the price amazon offers. I suggest reading this at the library or borrowing from a friend.

1 out of 5 stars

When will women wake up??? October 9, 2007
18 out of 18 found this review helpful

I hope everyone who is interested in what Ms. Stephens has to say reads the book quickly in the bookstore and skips spending their hard earned money on this low level literature.

I purchased, read and was entertained by her first book. I was interested in following her so-called evolution as a woman. I rooted for her. I believed her when she said that she wrote the book so she could show young women what NOT TO DO. I believed her when she said that she planned on letting women know that they didn't have to sell their bodies and souls in exchange for superficial fame, jewelry, money and other material items.

However, she didn't do any of that. She has continued to prostitute herself. The sad thing is that this time "it's totally her choice". She is teaching young women through her books and website that broadcasting all of the men that you sleep with is fashionable and profitable. She's allowing young women to believe her lie.

I hope that women who read any of her books understand that her life is a lie. I hope that they understand that any woman that would allow man after man after man to have sex with her has deep rooted problems. In her first book, she openly discussed allowing rappers and/or producers to hand her over to other artists for their pleasure. Any woman who could allow this to happen has been abused and has serious problems.

Normally, I would say give her time and she will grow, learn and evolve into a healthy human being. But, I am truly angry about the fact that her books are turning into a harmful manual for young women. These young women are still learning how to navigate this journey called womanhood. Ms. Stephens books are ushering them into the shadowlands.

This new book is merely a way for her to make more money. It almost seems like she pursued all these men, so that she had something to write about. What does that say about her true writing abilities.

I suggest that if you truly want to read about a recovering prostitute/porn star then read Heather Hunter's book. At least Heather is more honest about who she is and who she was. She recognizes that she made mistakes and she doesn't place blame on anyone but herself.

The saddest part of all of her writings is her son. I am the mother of two children, a son and a daughter. I couldn't imagine leaving a legacy of self-hatred to my children. Her lack of character, integrity or dignity is mind boggling. She thinks that she is doing something for him by establishing financial freedom. Did she not learn anything from Anna Nicole Smith? What is she leaves this earth tomorrow? Would any mother be happy with leaving a manuscript of your life, to your children, like Video Vixen and Vixen Diaries??????

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