How dare you cast aspersions on data collected by the New York Times--parent company of the Boston Globe, the Spartanburg Herald-Journal, the Tuscaloosa Shit-Kicker, Golf Digest, Wine Today, and the Democratic National Committee.
You know, Will, the Times was built during the 19th century by a wide-eyed kid named Adolph. He left the Deep South with nothing but a mule, the shirt on his back, a bucket of dirt, the modern equivalent of $1 billion in venture capital and a dream.
The dream was to build a great paper: one where drooling, senile coots who used to run the place could slander each other in the Op-Ed pages when they weren't boring readers to death in the Magazine; one where Frank Rich could regale The People with tasty anecdotal morsels from his latest Harvard reunion; one where legally blind fashion editors could land lucrative TV contracts selling cargo pants to mall rats.
All the news that's fit to print. The Gray Lady (tarted up a little for New Year's). The Kingdom and the Power. And the tri-state TV listings.
Times staffers are experts. They're smarter than you, and if they write a story proving that the Intellectual Property Thief Community is both more and less likely to buy CDs, then it must be so.