Have you noticed? Frosted tips are making a comeback. You're probably saying to yourself, "WTF? I don't believe it."

I can hardly believe it either, loyal Up Your Alley reader. Yet the proof is in the pudding. Today I saw three homos under 25 years of age with frosted blond tips. Last night at an Urban Mixer event, I saw a man with frosted curl-tips.

Listen: nothing screams 1998 louder than frosted blond tips. And trust me, I know because I was a teenager then and followed the trend religiously.

Loyal readers, I have but one request: please do not do this to me. If I come across you on the street with frosted tips, I'm going to have to go ahead and do something dramatic, like sacrifice you to the almighty Justin Timberlake to ensure another year of good hair for yours truly...

My sister Lindsay has help me compile a greatest hits video list of frosted tip offenders (who are likely to reoffend now that their careers have fizzed)...these videos are not for the faint of heart:

And who could forget Vancouver's own Soul Decision:

Word for the wise: when your hairdresser says, "Come on, baby. Just the tip." - make sure to protect yourself before you wreck yourself and just say no.

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Looking for something to do tomorrow? You should come check out this:  

I will be there to protest. If I have time later today, I will post an update confirming time and protest location and whether Fred Phelps made it into the country.

I'm cooking up an Ode to Frosted Tips - check back tomorrow to see if I succeed in my mission. I'm desparately searching for an embeddable version of Soul Decisions "Ooh It's Kinda Crazy" but have yet to get my hungry fingers on the right link.

In the meantime, feast your ears on this:

Before you go and check out Milk, you should probably take the time to learn some more about this man:

Which means you should set some time aside tomorrow night to come to this:

The Times of Harvey Milk
A fundraiser for Out in Schools

November 27, 2008 is the thirtieth anniversary of the assassination of Harvey Milk. In 1978, Milk, the first openly gay person elected to office in the United States, was gunned down by fellow city official Dan White. To commemorate this tragic event, Out In Schools is screening The Times of Harvey Milk, an eloquent documentary that follows Milk's compelling life leading up to his election, his successful efforts to politically represent San Francisco's gay community, and the city's reaction to the assassinations. This 1983 film is a must see precursor to the Hollywood drama 'Milk', directed by Gus Van Sant and starring Sean Penn.

• Spencer Herbert, MLA for Vancouver - Burrard
• Jennifer Breakspear, Executive Director for The Centre
• Rod Knight, Coordinator for Camp Firefly
• Daniel of Fraser Valley Youth
• HIM (Health Initiative for Men 

Thursday, November 27th.
Vancity Theatre, 1181 Seymour Street..
Doors 6:15, film at 7:30.
Tickets $12 - $9 (students, seniors, underemployed)
Tickets are available online or at Little Sister's Bookstore.
For more information, please contact Ross at ross@outonscreen.com or call 604.844.1615

Yes, I know the news is out and everyone knows it. Hottest man alive, etc. Yada yada. My buddy Rob has a thing for Hot Hughsie and I've always been one to indulge the whimsies of my friends, especially since he had to spend about 5 hours with yours truly here working on our TV pilot this afternoon. (whoops...did I say TV pilot?)

Do you remember the time when nary a day passed without the release of a new shirtless photo of Hot Hugh frolicking in the Australian surf? Pants off to any man powerful with enough cajones to completely forsake torso wea...

Shirts or skins?

The skins have it:

Which is pretty much the best photo caption that I've seen for some time. Now check out the photo:

This is courtesy of cycling-site How to Avoid The Bummer Life. That said, if I had a promo budget for Up Your Alley, this is the kind of photo I'd expect to see after a photoshoot.

For the record, I think this happens on Davie Street at the top of the every hour. What intrigues me, however, are the small details: the shaved arms and legs suggest he's a cyclist, the muscley triceps, speedo tan and muscle shirt suggest otherwise. Check out that economy-sized bleach bottle by the pool and now imagine going for a swim in that delicious pool. Mmm...burny. And then, of course, there is the fact that this mystery man's anus is so strong that it has propelled his ginormous rainbow turb into outer space...