If you didn't get enough tawdry details about a self-important video girl's life of orally massaging the penises of hip hop and R&B's best and nastiest, Karrine "Don't Call Me Superhead Although That's How I Remain Relevant" Steffans has more coochie tales for you. Due in September, The Vixen Diaries, will see Steffans pony up even more juicy stories of her various flings while working in the industry.

I can't say that I'm surprised despite Steffans claims that she wanted respect and to not be labeled a whore. So she passes herself off as some victim, then appears on various radio and television outlets across the country bragging on her sexual conquests to sell books. She should still be respected, right? I recall her dedicating her book to her son. I'm sure she can't wait for her little one to have Confessions of a Video Vixen on his reading list.

This self-described "hot mama" since high school" irks the shit out of me. I didn't read her first book. I like gossip as much as the next person, but what she does with her mouth doesn't interest much. Maybe it has something to do with her trying to pass herself off as some heroine. She seems to be under the impression that overcoming celebrity blow jobs to writing books about giving celebrity blow jobs makes her some sort of neo-feminist. She's about as much help to fighting misogyny in hip hop as my dick.

If you're wondering, I'm well aware I'll see this book on every train up and down the East Coast. I find her being a New York Times best-selling author cringe worthy, but I do thank her for proving me right about her being nothing more than an opportunistic ho.

To quote Diamond: Make that money, Karrine...but don't let it make you.


And just in time for Mother's Day, Donda West, mother of producer, rapper, and ego maniac, Kanye West, has a book out entitled Raising Kanye: Life Lessons From The Mother of a Hip-Hop Superstar.

How many of you are interested in learning how to raise an attention whoring prima donna with false senses of entitlement?

I'm assuming they'll be chapters on Kanye's addiction to porn, his not-so-secretive queen habits, his incessant need to be acknowledge, his purposely offering asinine statements to the media to get press, and his really weird obsession with Louie Vuitton 'man bags' and purses.

Make sure you get it gift wrapped for your mother.

Labels: attention hoes, regular hoes