I’ve come to the conclusion that lots of things can be described as a “choice”. Working in a sweatshop is a choice. Who you fuck is a choice. Being poor is a choice. But choices are, to one degree or another, informed by your environment. Sometimes just a little, sometimes to the point where the word “choice” implies more freedom of action than a person actually has.

Being an asshole, for example, would be much closer to the un-coerced end of that spectrum than being homeless.