Confessions of a Video Vixen by P-HarpercollinsPubl


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									Confessions of a Video Vixen
Author: Karrine Steffans
Author: Karen Hunter

An instant bestseller upon publication, Confessions of a Video Vixen is the page-turning memoir of
Karrine Steffans: dancer, actress, and companion to many a celebrity. But more than a glimpse at what
happens in the boardrooms and bedrooms of hip hop's A list, Confessions of a Video Vixen is also the
first true account of how women are treated in the music industry, and its honest, direct revelations have
generated debates and controversy across the country.By sharing her story, Steffans hopes to shed light
on an otherwise romanticized industry and help young women avoid the same pitfalls she encountered—
and if they're already in danger, she hopes to inspire them to find a way to pull themselves out of what
she knows firsthand to be a cycle of hopelessness and despair.

October 2001. I was lying on the hard, cold floor in the bathroom of the famous Chinese bistro Mr. Chow
in Beverly Hills. It is one of the most upscale and renowned restaurants in the world, yet I was at the
lowest point of my life. With my head next to the toilet, I was alone, in debt, with no friends and no
hope.It had been a long, hard trip that led to this fall. It was a wild roller-coaster ride which included some
of the hottest names in hip hop and Hollywood. For two years I rode it out. I was in the middle of it all—
dining with P. Diddy, partying with Vin Diesel, going one-on-one with Shaquille O'Neal.I had money, three
cars, a condo in a prestigious neighborhood, a nanny for my son. I had starred in some of the hottest
music videos with Jay-Z, LL Cool J, Ja Rule, and Ludacris. I had even costarred in the blockbuster film A
Man Apart, opposite Vin Diesel. But here I lay on a cold bathroom floor, hugging the toilet's frigid
porcelain, completely hopeless. I was broke, homeless, and probably dying.The last thing I remembered
was my body shaking violently as I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands and my friend Eva
hovering over me asking me if I was okay. But now I was on the floor and she was gone. Can I move? was
the only thought swirling through my head.I tried to say something to make sure I was alive. I couldn't. I
tried to move my leg, and it worked. I stood up gingerly and made my way to the sink. I looked around
the small, one-stall bathroom. It was dimly lit and tiny, yet elegant. I held on to the sink, looking at
myself in the mirror. My pupils were fully dilated, and I could feel my knees wobbling beneath me. I
splashed cold water on my face, hoping to snap out of the trouble I was so obviously in.I looked at my
jewelry and clothes. I still wore the diamond-heart pendant and the canary yellow diamond earrings that
my ex-husband had given me years before. My ring and bracelet were gifts purchased at Tiffany. My long
nails were perfectly French-manicured, and my hair was long and black. My skin had been tanned by the
Miami sun and my eyes were gray thanks to my colored contacts. My face was made up to perfection,
compliments of MAC and Chanel. My jeans were a two-hundred-dollar pair by fashion icon Marc Jacobs,
and the rest of the ensemble followed suit. Everything was designer-made, from my jewelry to my
makeup to the clothes I wore—even the drugs I'd consumed.The next thing I knew, I was on the floor
again. When I came to from another bout of convulsions, my tongue was swollen and bloody. I crawled up
from the floor and made my way back to the sink to splash more water on my face. I desperately wanted
someone to walk in and help, but no one came. I began to panic, with thoughts of the late actor River
Phoenix racing through my head. Thoughts of him seizing outside of the Viper Room not too far from
where I was, on Sunset Boulevard, right before dying.I thought of how awful it would be if I died in the
bathroom at Mr. Chow. I thought of the irony of it all—of the paparazzi waiting outside for Nicolas Cage
and LL Cool J, who were both in the dining area eating with friends. I thought of how pretty and rich I
looked, yet my life had become ugly and poor. But the most prominent thought was of my son, Naiim.
My nanny hadn't heard from me in months and had no idea how to find me. No one even knew my real
name or where I lived or who my family was or where I came from. To them, my name was Yizette, a
name that I had made up when I was sixteen, during my years as a stripper.I thought of Naiim and
wanted to live. I thought if I screamed his name as...
Author Bio
Karrine Steffans
Karrine Steffans is a former hip hop music video feature star who made the transition into film as an
actress co-starring opposite action star Vin Diesel and veteran actor Lorenz Tate in the hit film, A Man
Apart. She lives in southern California with her son.

Karen Hunter
Karrine Steffans is a former hip hop music video feature star who made the transition into film as an
actress co-starring opposite action star Vin Diesel and veteran actor Lorenz Tate in the hit film, A Man
Apart. She lives in southern California with her son.

“An easy, entertaining read... a cautionary tale that contains a timeless message to a new generation of

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