There's a standard complaint about the media. When a paper writes about a subject you are familiar with, you tend to see the errors in it. I've read Spolsky's (gradually diminishing) essays for years, and when the nytimes writes about him, it's like he's some effete flower arranger, primarily concerned with the graduations of sunlight on his atrium's interior.

What is he, really? He's a gay, Jewish New yorker who worked for microsoft, started a business, got lucky with a completely unnecessary proprietary bug-tracker, inspired lots of manager-types with his stylish vision of modern workerdom, and now lives off the fat of his past efforts...