Confession: I don’t *heart* Jim Cramer
Some people say they “love” Jim Cramer. When I hear this, I smile politely. I just don’t get it. This isn’t a case of a writer railing against the imprecise use of language. I profess to “love” many things you might consider implausible. Can I really love bad pop songs from the 1980s and 1990s? Insensible shoes? Peanut butter?! Doubt all you want. My love is true—especially where peanut...