I love words.  I especially love words with multiple meanings.  This morning my youngest, who is eight, was saying how much she loved the word ‘hooligan’.  We discussed what the meaning of the word was, and she said that she liked to say ‘flapping hooligan’.  The conversation evolved to how she was glad that she hadn’t said ‘flapper hooligan’ because that would be a hooligan in drag.  I asked her where she learned about what ‘drag’ meant.  Usually when they know these kind of things it is my doing, but this time it was Jerry Seinfield, from a line in the The Bee Movie.  We then started thinking of all the different meanings of ‘drag’.  There was a good giggle when I asked my wee daughter what she thought a ‘drag race’ was and her response was ‘a bunch of guys in dresses running down the street’.  It is fascinating to me that one word can mean; a man dressed in women’s clothing, a straight line car race, being incredibly bored, doing something with reluctance, and towing something.  How did all these disparate meanings come to exist in a singular word?  When a word like this stands alone it has so much potential.  Depending on your perspective in that moment it could have any of its meanings.  I haven’t made a ‘drag’ shirt but I have made a ‘mean’ shirt and a ‘fair’ shirt, more words with multiple meanings.  I could define something, be average, be not very nice, I could signify something.  I could be pale, attractive, deal with issues in a just manner, be moderately good.  I think I know what is assumed to be meant by each word, but I find the ambiguity of each word as it stands alone intriguing.