Ya Tengo Mi Airfryer- -ahora Que - Sabina Banzo... Review

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.

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.

For the uninitiated, Sabina Banzo is a Spanish psychologist and author who went viral not for selling a course on happiness, but for naming the quiet terror behind the airfryer. In her brilliant, razor-sharp essay (and subsequent interviews), she dismantles the idea that buying a gadget—or any external object—will fill the internal gap.

Ya tengo mi airfryer… ¿Ahora qué? (Lecciones de Sabina Banzo sobre la ansiedad y el brillo) Ya tengo mi airfryer- -ahora que - Sabina Banzo...

You still have to decide what to do with it.

The void stares back. The airfryer sits there, powerful and mute, asking: “What is your purpose?”

This is where Sabina Banzo enters the chat. Sabina Banzo didn’t ruin the airfryer for us

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.

Now go make some patatas bravas. And when the timer beeps, ask yourself: What’s next? Not for the fryer. For you. ¿Te ha pasado? ¿Compraste algo que creíste que cambiaría tu vida y luego te quedaste con el "ahora qué"? Cuéntame en los comentarios.

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 . Banzo argues that we don’t actually want the

And that’s okay. Because you don’t need to be complete. You just need to cook dinner.

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.

And then… silence.

It’s funny because it’s true. We spend weeks—sometimes months—obsessing over the purchase. We watch the unboxing videos. We compare the liters, the watts, the presets. Finally, the cardboard box arrives. We place the sleek, basket-shaped deity on our countertop. We touch its digital screen.

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.”