HIGHLIGHT HUMOR
When David Perlmutter’s Highlights Are the Highlight of Your Day
You might want to examine your life choices

I wake up in the morning. The first thing I do is grab my phone. Do you think I check the weather, or my calendar for the day? If so, you think wrong.
I check my notifications and stats. Before I go to the bathroom, make coffee, or brush my teeth, I hit that icon app.
I have an unconquerable need to know who read the story I posted before bed, who applauded, and who commented.
Before any of that, even, I MUST know if David Perlmutter highlighted.
David Perlmutter’s highlights have become a rite of passage for us writers. You can write until your carpel tunnel flares. You can write until the sun comes up while you take your last sip of wine before switching to coffee and closing the computer.
None of it matters unless you get highlighted by David Perlmutter.
How did David’s highlights become the measuring stick of greatness? When did we first feel the dopamine rush that accompanies see David Perlmutter’s name in our notifications? It seems like yesterday and a millennium at once.
Was there a time when we didn’t know the name David Perlmutter? If so, I can’t recall. He and his highlights are ubiquitous.
At first we were delighted. Then we were cautious. Next we were suspicious. Who is this omnipresent Perlmutter, and why does he highlight us? And highlight and highlight and highlight.
Debates raged. Could he be a bot? Maybe Perlmutter is a new AI attempting to take over our writing world. But to what purpose? Was he like a drug dealer, baiting us with the first highlights, then highlighting more and more to keep us addicted to him? Again, to what purpose? No one knew.
Could he possibly be a human, with godlike reading and highlighting skills?
Now we do. Thanks to David Perlmutter’s potent and plentiful highlights, the curiosity of those he highlights, and the About feature, we now know more. He’s a Canadian, a brilliant marketer of his brand here, AND a neuro-divergent person with godlike abilities to speed read and highlight.
Or, maybe he really is an evolved AI who has created a brilliant avatar whom we now all love or love to hate.
I don’t love to hate him. I love him. I’m the one who wakes up and knocks my phone off the bedside table in my mad need to check for David Perlmutter highlights.
As for life choices, there are worse ones than being a writer addicted to the admiration and highlights of readers. I’m sure there are. Aren’t there?






