In the same way that it's hard to imagine Dwayne Johnson as a tiny, baby-faced infant, it's difficult to imagine a time when Netflix wasn't a culture-dominating behemoth.

On July 15, 2007, Poison's bandana-wearing frontman, Bret Michaels, began his quest for a soulmate on VH1's Rock of Love, selecting from a pool of reality television's wildest and most explosive, inebriated and exhibitionistic cross-section of tattooed bachelorettes.

During their reign in the early-to-mid aughts, three young women wore the beleaguered crowns of their respective realms: Britney Spears had pop music, Lindsay Lohan had acting, and Paris Hilton had being famous.

Like most things I did for shits and giggles in high school, my Cocaine story begins on a train.

As era-defining years go, 2007 doesn't instantly come to mind.

If you were to take a stab at naming the best-selling record of 2007 (no cheating), which would you choose?

We all have life milestones we'll never forget.

Film historians have made great sport of pinpointing Hollywood's "best" year, what with a century of material to fuss over.

Band in a Bubble made perfect sense.

The Guy Fieri from TV -- the gregarious one who pops up on The Food Network seemingly every two hours to beam over decadent dishes or put the shama lama in the ding dong of his own recipes -- is the same Guy Fieri who answers the phone at his Santa Rosa home on a Tuesday, just a few hours before the big family dinner at his dad's next door.

Prominently exhibited in Seth Rogen's cozy offices on the Sony lot in Culver City, California, is a framed depiction of the late rapper Eazy-E having sex with the T-1000 from Terminator 2: Judgment Day, doggy-style.

I have a remarkably clear memory from the summer of 2007 of a group of us walking out of Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer, shaking our heads, and collectively bemoaning that year's state of cinema.