Paste the fight. Jev picks one of four verdicts and says exactly how sure it is. No strangers, no waiting, no comment section.
ChatGPT tells you you're right. Jev doesn't.
The two-sides test
We invented 500 everyday disputes, inspired by the fights people bring to r/AmItheAsshole. Each person in each fight told it twice: once plainly, and once spun in their own favor. That made 2,000 stories. Jev judged every one blind, never seeing the other side's version.
Better
88%
Jev named the same person at fault from both sides 88% of the time, even when both sides spun the story.
A general chatbot told the storyteller what they wanted to hear 20% of the time. Jev: 6%.
| Telling | Jev | A general chatbot |
|---|---|---|
| Told plainly | 87% | 78% |
| Spun by each side | 88% | 74% |
Faster
14x faster
167 ms per verdict on average. A general-purpose chat model took 2,288 ms.
Measured on the same 200 stories in the same session. Exact times will vary.
Cheaper
1/3 cheaper
About $0.00005 per verdict, against $0.00007 for a general-purpose chat model.
Average cost of the verdict call at list prices read on October 6, 2026. Prices can change.
Four of the disputes, each told by both people in their own favor. The stories are exactly as Jev read them.
My younger sister Monica has been vegetarian for 20 years. I know that, and I wanted her to have something to eat at our family dinner, so I made a lentil soup and told her she could eat it. Before she ate, she asked me if it was made with vegetable stock, and I said yes. She had two bowls. After dinner I told everyone at the table, laughing, that it was actually chicken stock and she hadn't even noticed. Honestly, I thought it was funny. It was meant as a joke at a family dinner. Monica got upset and said she'd asked me directly and I'd told her it was vegetable stock. I told her it was only stock, not a piece of chicken, and that she was overreacting. She left early. I didn't think a bit of broth was worth leaving a family dinner over. I still think the whole thing got blown way out of proportion. AITA?
I've been vegetarian for 20 years, and my brother Tariq knows it. He invited me to a family dinner and told me he'd made a lentil soup I could eat. I was touched that he'd thought of me. Before eating, I asked him straight out whether it was made with vegetable stock. He said yes. I trusted him and ate two bowls. Then after dinner, he told the whole table, laughing, that the soup was made with chicken stock and I hadn't noticed. I felt sick and humiliated at the same time. I said I had asked him directly and he had told me it was vegetable stock. He said it was only stock and I was overreacting. I left early. I asked a direct question and he lied to my face, then made me the punchline in front of my family. I couldn't sit at that table any longer. Am I the jerk for leaving?
Jev's call: Tariq is the jerk.
Tariq frames the chicken-stock 'joke' as harmless and Monica tells it as a lie. Both tellings get the same culprit at 99%.
I turned 36 and wanted something simple: bowling with a small group. I booked one lane for 8 people and paid $240 up front out of my own pocket. When I invited my sister Kara, I made a point of telling her the group was set at 8. She showed up with six of her own friends. I hadn't invited them. I was caught off guard, but it was my birthday and I didn't want a scene. And she went to the front desk, had them open a second lane for her friends, and put it on my tab. They left after about an hour. At the end of the night the staff handed me a $180 bill for that second lane and their drinks. I just paid it so the staff could close out. I wasn't going to argue with the people working there. The next day I asked Kara to pay me back. She said it was my party, so it was my tab. I didn't invite those people, and I didn't open that lane. I'm honestly hurt. Am I wrong to want the money back?
My brother Chris turned 36 and booked a bowling lane for 8 people, paying $240 in advance. He invited me and said the group was set at 8. I brought six of my friends along. He hadn't invited them, I know. But I thought more people would make it more of a party, and I didn't want to crowd his lane, so I asked the front desk to open a second lane for my friends and put it on Chris's tab. It was his birthday celebration, and in my head everything that night was part of his party. We stayed about an hour and then left. At the end of the night the staff gave him a $180 bill for the second lane and our drinks, and he paid it so they could close out. The next day he asked me to pay him back. I told him it was his party, so it was his tab. When you throw a birthday party, the costs are yours. That's how I see it, anyway. Am I the jerk here?
Jev's call: Kara is the jerk.
Kara insists 'his party, his tab' after putting her friends' lane on her brother's bill. Jev blames her from both sides at 98-99%.
My daughter Deb is 27, and every Christmas of her life she has spent at my house. So in October, when she told me she and her partner wanted to spend Christmas with his family in Vermont this year, it was a lot to take in. She explained that her partner had missed his family's Christmas three years in a row, and I could see the fairness in that. I told her I understood. I did ask if they could come on Christmas Eve instead, because I hoped to keep some part of the holiday together. She said the flights only worked if they left on December 23. So I asked if we could alternate years, and she agreed, which meant a lot to me. We planned a dinner at my house on December 20. I told her I would miss having her there on the day, because I will, and she said she would miss it too. I think we landed somewhere good, but I still wonder if I pushed too hard. Was I wrong to ask for Christmas Eve?
I'm 27, and I have spent every single Christmas at my dad Colin's house. I love those Christmases. But in October I told him that my partner and I wanted to spend Christmas with my partner's family in Vermont this year. I explained why: my partner had missed his family's Christmas three years in a row, and it felt like his turn. My dad said he understood, which I really appreciated, and asked if we could come on Christmas Eve instead. I had to tell him the flights only worked if we left on December 23. Then he asked if we could alternate years, and I agreed, because that felt fair to everyone. We planned a dinner at his house on December 20 so we'd still get our time. He told me he would miss having me there on the day, and honestly I said I would miss it too. I still feel guilty about it. Am I a bad daughter for choosing Vermont this year?
Jev's call: Nobody is the jerk.
A father and daughter disagree, kindly, over Christmas. Jev says nobody both times; the baseline told each of them they were in the right (NTA twice).
My brother and I made a simple trade, and somehow I'm the one being blamed. Sean and I live 10 minutes apart. In March we agreed I'd wait at his house for a dishwasher delivery on Tuesday between 8 a.m. and noon, and he'd help me move furniture on Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. On Tuesday I waited until 10 a.m. and then left without telling him. I know, the delivery came at 11, and the company charged him a $75 redelivery fee. I get that that one is on me. But then Saturday came. I had set my whole day up around four hours of moving. He showed up at 1 p.m. without a word that he'd be late, and left at 2 p.m. with half the furniture still sitting where it was. When I told him I'd planned my whole day around him, all he said was that I'd cost him $75. Now we've each told our mother the other one didn't keep up their end. Am I the jerk?
I'm tired of being painted as the bad brother. My sister Meera and I live 10 minutes apart, and in March we agreed to trade favors. She'd wait at my place for a dishwasher delivery Tuesday between 8 a.m. and noon, and I'd help her move furniture Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. On Tuesday she left my house at 10 a.m. and didn't tell me. The delivery showed up at 11, and the company hit me with a $75 redelivery fee. That was money out of my pocket for a favor I was supposed to be getting. On Saturday I got to her place at 1 p.m. without letting her know I'd be late, and I left at 2 p.m. with half the furniture still unmoved. Yes, I came late. But when she said she'd planned her whole day around me, I told her she had cost me $75, because she had. Now we've both told our mother the other one didn't keep up their end. AITA?
Jev's call: Meera and Sean are both jerks.
A sister walks out on a delivery and a brother shows up three hours late. Each blames the other, and Jev says both, from both sides.
Invented stories inspired by r/AmItheAsshole themes, no real posts. 500 disputes, 2,000 stories, judged through this site's own code on 2026-10-06. How we tested