I'm a fan of anything that manages to get 'hard on' and 'tool' into a sentence!
Peony, the song I'm thinking in my bestest Missy Elliot inner-voice while digging, walking, doing the dishes, is...
"My Marxist Feminist Dialectic Brings All The Boys To The Yard"!
Sometimes I change it up: "My anarcho-Marxist Feminist Dialectic Brings All The Boys To The
Yard!"
or "My Marxist Feminist post-punk Dialectic Brings All The Boys To The Yard!"
Basically, your sig is currently on repeat in my head