It was 2005 when we began to hear rumblings about the latest Brit to sail across the pond. Reality series Strictly Come Dancing had been given a new name that left no room for stupid American misinterpretation -- Dancing with the Stars -- and packaged for our pleasure. What was this? Seinfeld character J. Peterman shaking his bonbon? Evander Holyfield cha-cha-ing across a lacquered wood floor? Eh, we shrugged. Then the show premiered and America was hooked. Three seasons later, B, C, and D-list celebs are still prancing alongside some of the nations top professional dancers, and America is still hooked. Who knew that watching semifallen stars attempt the lost art of ballroom dancing would be so fun?