Given a post that is a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation and a question asks if AUTHOR, NOBODY, EVERYBODY, or OTHER is wrong in the situation. Answer the question and classify your answers into yes or no.

Example Input: Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : I’m 6’6 and whilst this might not be crazy tall it still seems to be enough to warrant a situation where almost everywhere I go a stranger will approach me just to ask how tall I am. I can almost guarantee that every other week or so people that I have never met before will either make a passing comment about my height or ask me questions. 

Now I’ve had my fair share of abuse over the years from people who have tried to ridicule me for my height and it’s been pretty rough sometimes. People can be mean and I’ve certainly beat myself up about it in the past. There’s been times where people have called me names and I’ve caught people out before where they’re just staring at me and it makes me feel really uncomfortable. 

As I’ve gotten older and gained more confidence I now carry myself with a lot more self respect than when I was just a kid. But it’s still incredibly infuriating to have a stranger approach me and say things like ‘Oh my god you’re massive! How tall are you!?’ 

In the worse case scenario people can be really rude to me and it feels like they’re trying to make me feel small by pointing out how I’m either too tall or ridiculously tall etc. I’m a pretty self conscious guy and the attention isn’t really wanted and sometimes I’ll react really sarcastically to the people questioning me. I get that I can stand out and more often than not I suppose people are just being inquisitive, sometimes people are friendly about it but it still feels kind of weird to me. It’s like people have no sense of boundaries or how to be respectful, but I don’t know if I’m looking at this all wrong. 

For example, today I’m in the shop with my girlfriend and just as I’m about to pay this guy walks straight up to me and goes “How tall are you!?”
I look at the cashier and then look back at the guy and go “8 foot 5 inches...isn’t that crazy!!?” 
He just looked blankly at me and walks off like I’ve offended him. Then I feel doubly uncomfortable because firstly he made a comment on my height I didn’t ask for and secondly I seemed to annoy him with my answer. 

I don’t mind people approaching me and speaking to me if it’s a proper conversation. I’d quite like a “hello how are you?” that would be kind of nice I’d imagine. But to straight up come at me and ask questions about how I look feels unfair. I wouldn’t approach someone that’s overweight and ask them how much they weigh so why do people come up to me and ask me how tall I am?

Am I looking at situations like this all wrong? Should I just expect that because I’m tall people will want to know exactly how tall I am? Am I the asshole for not responding positively to peoples questions?
Example Output: no

Example Input: Is NOBODY wrong in the post ? POST : My high school speech and debate teacher from 7 years ago posted on FB pictures of two of her boys in the bathtub. They're both really young (3 and 1 or 2 years old) and they were both naked in clear bathwater. You couldn't see their genitalia, but you could see EVERYTHING else, including their bottom.

Most of the post said (I don't have the last part of the post), "Confession... I don't bath little kids. Well, I do when l have to, but otherwise [husband] bathes them. He's handled bath time with all three boys from infancy until they understand when we say "lean your head back." It's just something that I don't care for and Nick has stepped up and taken over. Tonight will be the second night this week that I tackle this..."

And I saw this, and I had a number of issues with it (explained throughout). So I sent my former teacher a message on FB. We had a pretty good relationship when I was in high school so I didn't feel too weird reaching out, but I also know that telling a parent how to parent is a huge no no.

I said "Hi [teacher]! I hope you're doing well. I'm in my first year of law school at [American law school] right now and staying busy! I know it's not really my place to mention this, but I noticed the pictures of your kids in the bath you posted the other day on FB today. If my parents did that to me (and FB existed when I was your kids age) I would be absolutely mortified and feel like my privacy was violated beyond reason. Nothing on the internet goes away, as I'm sure you know, especially as a teacher, and I wouldn't personally want pictures of me as a child out there with no clothing on. Once again, you're the parent and it's absolutely your prerogative in what you think is best for your children and what you want your 1,100 Facebook friends to know about them. The more I've learned in law school and from my undergrad degree the more I realize just how little privacy rights Americans have in general. I saw a good Forbes article the other day about the impact data has on kid's futures and thought it was relevant.  http://www.forbes.com/sites/jessicabaron/2018/12/16/parents-who-post-about-their-kids-online-could-be-damaging-their-futures/
I hope you and your family is doing well though!"

I reported it to FB after I sent the message. She didn't reply to me, but I didn't really expect her to (she did read it). FB removed the post later as it did violate their Community Standards.

Today I saw that she posted something that said "I’m out of Facebook jail! 🙌🏻 I was blocked because I posted a few pics of my kids in the bath, no nudity shown, doting on my husband for his endless help bathing our kiddos. Dumb. 🙄"

I didn't realize it would give her a temporary ban. I don't think I did the wrong thing by reporting it, but you can do the right thing and still be an asshole in my opinion. So the question is AITA?

tl;rd I reported an old teacher for posting naked pictures of her kids on Facebook.
Example Output: no

Example Input: Is OTHER wrong in the post ? POST : I live in an apartment complex with four bedrooms per unit. Two shared bathrooms. Shared kitchen/living space. Last semester I only had two roommates, and while I wasn't fond of them, things were alright. Recently, the fourth room was filled, and it's started to fall apart. I lived in this apartment last year with friends, but two of them graduated and one dropped out, so it was just me, and the complex assigned these three roommates to fill the spots. All of them are best friends, and I don't know any of them.

I will admit that I tend to leave notes rather than talk to them directly. I do this for three reasons: 1. we're not usually home at the same time, or when we are we often have people over, so if I wait to talk to them in person when they're not busy with friends/boyfriends, I'd be waiting for days. A note is more convenient. In every rooming situation I've been in we've used notes mutually a lot to great affect; I only yesterday found out *these* roommates hate notes. 2. I often don't know *who* the note is addressed to. I don't know *whose* dishes are in the sink, I just know they've been there for days. 3. It's 3 against 1 and if it turns into a big argument I don't want to get ganged up on. I haven't left a lot of notes; last semester at the start of the semester when they were moving in and I was gone from 6am-12am every day, I left about three notes. The note I left above the sink this weekend is the only other note I've left. Otherwise I've talked to them in person or handled it myself (if both sides of the sink are full I'll consolidate it to one side so it's still usable, if they leave stuff in the dryer for a long time I'll take it out, if they leave trash in the living room I'll throw it out, etc.)

Anyway, two weeks ago my roommates we're all hanging out playing loud music and shouting and shrieking at about 1am. I was trying to sleep, so I peaked out my door and asked them to turn the music down. They immediately fell silent and disappeared into their rooms.

On Saturday, I was going out of town for the day, but they had been cooking a lot the last few days and our entire kitchen sink was full of their dirty pots and pans, so I left a note asking them to clean them.

Saturday night, it was 1am again and they came home *trashed*. They were loud, one of them was sobbing, they brought like  five different people with them (one of whom straight up opened my door and walked into my room, but I'm not blaming my roommates for that.) Since one of them was crying, I decided to bite my tongue and try to sleep through the noise. By 5am however they started blasting music, so I got up and went and asked them to either turn down the music or shut their doors. They all just stared at me. I went back to bed, and they shut their doors.

Sunday morning however, I was in bed and they were all in the kitchen with some of their friends. The walls and doors are paper thin, so I can hear them talking, and I realize they're talking about me. Their complaints:

1. First and foremost, that I ruin their vibe. Because I ask them to turn down their music late at night, because I ask them to not smoke weed in the apartment. They think that by doing so I am not respecting the fact that they also live here, we pay the same rent, etc.

2. They don't think I clean enough. Specifically on the topic of dishes, they complained that "we have to clean his dishes all the time, we've been cleaning his dishes like every day." This isn't true. It's just not. For one, I haven't eaten in two weeks, I'm sick, I don't have any dishes. For two, I put my dishes in the dishwasher as soon as I use them, and if I do have to soak a dish first, at the very least I only leave it a couple hours and don't take up both sides of the sink. They also argue I never clean because I don't sweep and they are the only ones who sweep. This is true. I argue they never clean because they don't wipe down counters, leave food caked in the microwave, they leave their shoes all over the entryway, etc. I'm the only one who cleans up that stuff.

Those are the big broad arguments. I kill their vibe and I don't clean. I think they're inconsiderate and they don't clean.

They hate my notes. But now they pace around in the kitchen going " I can't wait til he comes out of his room, I'm gonna get all up in his face, I'm gonna go off..." I don't feel comfortable or safe talking to them in person if they're just all going to surround me and yell at me.

One of my biggest issues is that *I didn't know these were issues.* Whenever they've left dishes in the sink for a long time, or clothes in the washer/dryer a long time, or they're really loud late at night, any time I have a problem, I communicate it. They have never communicated with me. Whenever they talk to me, they tell me how much they love me, how glad they are to have me as a roommate. They join me watching a movie and go on about how we need to hang out more, whatever. If I ask them, like, "do you mind that I keep having this friend over and we're watching the TV, I don't want to be hogging the space" or whatever, they always tell me it's fine. They bitch about me leaving notes, but they have *never* communicated to me in *any* fashion the problems that they have with me. Everything I know, I know from overhearing them with their friends.

There's just a lot going on at once, and I can't even process it. Am I the bad guy? Should I let them smoke weed in the apartment and have parties at 5am? Is it wrong of me to leave notes? 
Example Output:
yes

