So yes, congratulations. You have your airfryer. But the real work begins now. Not with a gadget. But with a quiet afternoon, a couple of potatoes, and the radical acceptance that nothing external will ever complete you .
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’s okay. Because you don’t need to be complete. You just need to cook dinner. Ya tengo mi airfryer- -ahora que - Sabina Banzo...
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.
And then… silence.
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.
This is where Sabina Banzo enters the chat. So yes, congratulations
Ya tengo mi airfryer… ¿Ahora qué? (Lecciones de Sabina Banzo sobre la ansiedad y el brillo)