The strangest visit involves Louella and Lou Lou, dressed in identical outfits, sitting across the table from me while I peel and eat a bowl of hard-boiled eggs. “Which of us is which?” they ask me. But the Capitol has won. I can’t tell them apart.
Sure, they’re still quite different from their millennial predecessors, but the Western Gen Z aversion to “cringe” doesn’t map perfectly onto Filipino Gen Z culture. At the end of the day, they’re still Filipinos and Filipinos are naturally camp.