It's no surprise that men are equally fascinated by women and robots -- both appear to be pliable beings who exist only to do our bidding, at least until they become sentient and destroy our lives no matter how much faster we can run the 40. Taking this fascination to artistic heights: Chris Bishop's "Pretty Girls and Robots".
Washingtonian Bishop pays homage to his "two true loves" through acrylic paintings whose brightly colored, cartoonish style he says brings life to "the empty, cold-hearted death machines -- and those are just the girls!" (it's okay to have issues as long as you end them with a "!"). Get arted with:
Pretty Girls: They're mostly too hot to handle, too cold to hold: hardcore, tatted-up vixens who are either out to taunt dudes by holding their disturbingly anatomically correct hearts in their hands ("You'll Never Have Me") or, in the case of "Hey Pretty", seduce you, then taunt you later by sending you home alone to make your own skin red.
Robots: Many look like representations of the sort of hapless men who'd be terrified by the above girls ("Leaving the Robot Factory" can't even remember his umbrella, much less page 124 of The Game), while "Do Nothing I Cannot Defend" is all about exposing his heart to books, but not arrows, which typically represent love, and either way can destroy your life no matter how fast you run the 40.