Reality seem to be agreed upon illusions for all of us

 Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? was written in the context of the cold war, the government and mass media were trying to divert the attention. It was important to make people feel identified with the family in order for them not to interfere in those conflicts. Along with famous T.V shows that emerged as a necessity for people to think about something else, the sense of belonging to a small community was emphasized.  The success of a person was measured by being married, having kids, a car and hopefully a dog; however, how far would you go trying to maintain a lie? Is it possible to live in such illusion only to be accepted? when truth and illusion seem to be the same, things start to change for most of the participants.



When Martha did a party, she started breaking the rules of intimacy, such intimacy seem to be very fragil as the intention of having the secret of a false son is to protect themselves from being judged. The son then, represents their marriage... The only way to have a son is to invent one, a son made of words, words that connect George and Martha. At the begining it worked, the complicity of having a false history to tell made them feel closer to each other, but when other characters interfere their lie, and so their marriage, became a nightmare.

Moreover, George and Martha seem to rely on that son to create the roots of their lives.

"George: the one thing in this whole sinking wolrd that I am sure of is my [...] chromosomological partnership in the creation of our blond-eyed, blue-haired...son."

all the reality, all the happiness of the couple are really just agreed upon illusions. And the worst part is that at some point somebody will have the need to tell the truth.

"Martha: Georgie boy had lots of big ambitions. In spite of something funny in his past. […] Which Georgie boy here turned into […] A novel all about a naught boy child […] who killed his mother and father dead. […]
George: STOP IT, MARTHA!"

In this particular quote we realize that there are more than just one lie in which they agreed, in George's novels (life) to tell. Are we living a fantasy ? or are we being real?. Al in all I don't think we can just decide to be in one side, sometimes we just need that kind of illusion to be accepted by others or even by ourselves.