Whenever I hear the word ‘Tito’ I am reminded of the uncles that are older than me. Them, who are only interested in cars with diesel engines because of its ‘hatak,’ asks if a car can reach Baguio, and worships Lacoste as the holy grail of shirts. I have to keep reminding myself that I, at 33, am a tito too. So do a lot who are younger than me.
