Karrine Steffans has another confession to make, though it’s hard to tell whether it’s to cleanse her soul or to prep awaiting fans (and the curious) for an upcoming project. Either way, the moment should warrant a deeper and, dare I say, admirable look at the former “video model.”
This week, the web and blogosphere was abuzz with video snippets of Steffans, covered only in bra and panties, ranting about, among other things, how “the vixen doesn't exist” and that “it was all fabricated.” While she’s mainly referring to her debut best-selling memoir Confessions of a Video Vixen, we'll never know if she’s referring to the title of the book (“I would have never named that book that”) or the titillating details within. Why? Because she never clearly states anything, except one unspoken fact: in offering you the attention-grabbing ingredient (sex), she gets your time and a chance to sell you the product of her soul. Which is ultimately what got her here in the first place.
Who could forget the stir and uproar her book caused in 2005. Confessions of a Video Vixen, with its explicit stories of sex with superstar rappers (as well as athletes, singers and actors), while exposing the dalliances of married celebrities, also opened a new industry for hip hop groupies—and wives, too. Books. Reality TV. Film. But, of all the star groupies who’ve come afterward, it’s been Steffans who still holds our attention. And for good reason—if not just for her body. It’s because her hustle has evolved into as much of a compelling tale of triumph as the rappers she’s slept with.
When she first debuted as an author, she was merely seen as a broke groupie trying to get paid off the fame of the music artists and athletes who supposedly used her. We’d never thought that, ultimately, she was a writer turning her hard knocks—both figuratively and literally—into a literary career. Kind of the way 50 Cent, fed up with the street life, turned his crack-dealing days and nine bullet wounds into a hip hop enterprise. Though now, after four successful books (not to mention her blossoming sex advice biz), we are forced to refocus the lens we see Steffans through because, like the music artists and athletes she screwed, she too has a bankable and soul-fulfilling talent that now touches the lives of a huge audience.
So it doesn’t matter if her Confessions were a lie or not. We’re going to watch, regardless.