What do you know about love, sir!

Dear friends, not a day goes by without a controversy surrounding a new TV series. 

How wonderful that we have no other problems to worry about, so we talk about these. 

From secular to conservative, to religious sects, now our topic is the 'pavyon' (nightclub)!

First of all, let's admit it, they did a fantastic job with the promotion. People started talking about it two weeks before it even premiered, and it created high expectations. 

And of course, Yılmaz Erdoğan, who hasn't made a series in years and has stayed away from television, plays a huge part in this. Any project Yılmaz Erdoğan is involved in is something else. Yılmaz is a name whose writing and observations I truly admire... 

The cast is also very solid... Hazar Ergüçlü, is an actress who takes herself to another level with every new project... 

My friend, who acts not only with their voice and words, but also with their eyes, Yasemin Baştan and Güven Kıraç... 

The reasons I mentioned above are why they start 1-0 ahead. 

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And as I said, since everything is calm and peaceful for us, and since our economy, politics, democracy, and justiceproblems are all solved, we have been talking about nightclubs for two weeks. 

As dear Cüneyt Özdemir also said, the topic is 'sexy'. 

The discussion reached such a point that Devlet Bahçeli naturally entered the fray and said; 

"The fact that the Dilber character is being served up at a time when our brother Alper Gezeravcı has gone to space bears the hallmarks of a conspiracy." 

Wherever we turn our heads, good heavens, there's a new conspiracy theory... 

Everyone's concern, in this rosy country of ours, is to hinder our space journey through nightclubs!! 

Oh my! Events upon events, what debates on tabloid shows, and oh, what dances... 

The issue has escalated from 'shut down the nightclubs' to 'lynch those who dance'. 

It's as if nightclubs are a national security issue... 

As if nightclubs have just appeared in Turkey... As if no one knew about them... 

As an Ankara native, they have been a part of our lives for as long as I can remember. 

Although they are now concentrated around the Ulus district, I remember the rows of nightclubs in Maltepe, Ankara... 

This culture has been a part of these lands since the Ottoman era... 

In Ankara, before the Republican era, they were called 'Village Rooms'. In Konya, they were known as 'Oturak Alemi' (Seated Gatherings). 

The common point is that in closed societies like ours, places called 'PAVYON' (nightclubs) are commercialized institutions that emerged due to the fact that relationships between men and women could not, and cannot, be experienced at a 'normal' level. 

This is a phenomenon that has maintained its existence in these lands for decades. 

In this geography, which was named 'Anatolia' due to a matriarchal way of life, suppressed male ego manifests itself differently in every field, while we raise our voices in the areas that are easiest to talk about and criticize. 

We push the causes aside, talk about the resulting consequences, and oh, we save the world and our honor. 

We think that by talking about the 'Dilbers' and declaring their dances taboo, we are saving women. 

Speaking specifically about nightclubs, how did those women enter that world, and under what conditions?

How were they left unprotected at such a young age?

Did that world even save the lives of some of them?

There are stories there that, 'real, unscripted stories', even the world's best storytellers couldn't write it... 

I especially recommend you watch the 'Pavyon' documentary currently airing on BluTv. 

Let's shut down the nightclubs, ban the Dilber dance, and burn that floral red dress too! 

Will you also be able to eliminate the abuse and violence those women experienced before falling into that world?

Will the men who come there, selling their fields, vineyards, and gardens just to be in that world and with those women, be able to free themselves from their repressed emotions? 

Children deprived of affection, mostly to women who are also deprived of love and affection,

Turning into men who do not understand loving, being loved, and love...

Like in a Didem Madak poem, like the rebellion of a heart burning with pain... 

You talk about love,

Stop right there, sir

I was left like a wet, forgotten dishcloth

At the edge of myself

So wet,

So foul-smelling,

Torn and wretched.

What do you know about love, sir

Only love knows love!

DİDEM MADAK