Last night I was going through my old Instagram Stories looking for “Cooking with Karyn” videos because I want to start posting them on TikTok. I saw a video from some lady who says she made $15,000 a month on the platform, and I was both intrigued and annoyed because I can totally do that and I’m ready to make some dough.
It was during the pandemic that I started posting “Cooking with Karyn” stories, where I work my way through recipes from The New York Times Cooking. I’m okay in the kitchen, but I’m definitely an amateur and something usually goes wrong. I don’t mess things up on purpose; I do give it a good 100%, but things rarely turn out how they're supposed to, even if they do always taste good.
Anyway, I stopped making the videos when I moved into this new place last April because the oven is 75 years old and I’ve been afraid of it. Since then, “Bring back Cooking with Karyn” is a battle cry often heard around the country, so I finally gave it a good cleaning, crossed my fingers and fired it up.
The good news is that the place didn’t blow up. The oven worked, and it worked like a charm. So I bought a thermometer to see how accurate the temperature is inside, and I’ve been practicing with it for the past few weeks.
So I’m ready to resume my “Cooking with Karyn” videos. I’m ready to start making $15,000 a month on TikTok. Because if that bozo can do it, I can do it too.
By the way, did you know this is how Jen Lancaster started writing? She saw my Save Karyn website and said to herself, “If that moron can do it, I can do it too.” SO YOU’RE WELCOME, EVERYBODY. Because of me, we’ve all been blessed with her writing now for over 20 years.
So let’s get back to the point of this post because it’s not about “Cooking with Karyn,” making bank on TikTok, or Jen’s superhero origin story at all. It’s about something I found in my stories while watching old videos.
I was living in the same place I was when my neighbor borrowed my hammer, a building in Hollywood that was filled with influencers and influencer wannabes. Everyone who lived there was annoying, but I like to not like those kinds of people, so it was fun.
It was December 2019, right before COVID. I got into the elevator one day and there was a girl inside. I was going to the first floor, as was she, so the button had already been pressed.
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