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My Take on "The Vixen Diaries"

I love to read. When I was a kid, I was always getting busted in the bathroom with a book. I like exploring other people's worlds via the written page. It's a habit I've managed to maintain despite many time constraints. Some of my favorite authors include Bernice McFadden, Eric Jerome Dickey, Maya Angelou, and E. Lynn Harris.

Having said all that, I took the time to read The Vixen Diaries by Karrine "Superhead" Steffans. (Before you start to question my sanity, I was doing research for an interview.) This second tome is a feeble attempt to extend the 15 minutes of fame afforded her by her first book, Confessions of a Video Vixen.

While Steffans' first book was a celebrity-infested memoir, The Vixen Diaries delves more into the psyche of a woman who would allow herself to be used by men. She's a bit more reflective this time around, but still unapologetic about her experiences. Ms. Steffans still hasn't exorcised the demons that drove her to participate in the drug-fueled debaucheries in an attempt to find love.

I have to admit that I approached this book with expectations of salacious gossip about celebrities. I thought I'd be titillated with more of Steffans' escapades with rich and famous men. What I ended up with was the musings of a woman trying to hold on to the fragile fame and sanity she thinks she's found.

Okay...let me just say this. I am not impressed by Karrine Steffans. I think she's just a woman who figured out how to parlay her experiences into a payday. I'm not mad at her for that. However, I take offense when she tries to offer herself up as some kind of wise counselor who can help other young women. What kind of advice can she offer? True, she's been through some things, but a person can only offer guidance when he or she actually gets out of the situations. If the book is to be believed, she's still very much in the midst of her storm.

Also, I think Karrine is an absolute idiot if she thinks that people won't continue to think of her as a "video vixen." When your whole claim to fame rests on your sexual escapades, what do you expect?

On a purely technical note, the writing in The Vixen Diaries isn't that good. She takes the long way around making every point, which gets sickening after a while.

In conclusion, there's an audience for The Vixen Diaries, but it doesn't include me.

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