You still have to decide what to do with it.
And then… silence.
And that’s okay. Because you don’t need to be complete. You just need to cook dinner. Ya tengo mi airfryer- -ahora que - Sabina Banzo...
But then you have it. And the anxiety doesn’t vanish. Because the airfryer doesn’t cook for you. It doesn’t choose the menu. It doesn’t wash itself.
Banzo argues that we don’t actually want the crispy french fries. What we want is certainty . We want control . We want to believe that the next purchase will be the one that organizes our life, saves us time, and makes us the person we swore we’d be in January. You still have to decide what to do with it
If you’ve been on Spanish-speaking social media in the last year, you’ve seen the meme. You’ve felt the existential crisis wrapped in domesticity. The phrase hits you like a cold draft from the freezer: “Ya tengo mi airfryer… ahora qué.”
And that, my friend, is the horror. The “ahora qué” is not about the appliance. It’s about the terrifying freedom of having the tool but lacking the direction. It’s about realizing that no object will ever rescue you from the need to make a choice. Because you don’t need to be complete
Sabina Banzo didn’t ruin the airfryer for us. She saved us from the next ten useless purchases. She gave us language for the post-achievement blues.