The Official Story (The Lie They’re Selling)
Listen close, because you have to hear the official line to understand how deep the deception goes. They want you to believe this was all just an innocent, if slightly awkward, misunderstanding. A simple conversation that got blown out of proportion. The story they’re pushing, the one Baldoni’s team is desperately trying to make stick, is that he and a very pregnant Blake Lively were having a deep, meaningful discussion about childbirth, parenthood, and all the choices that come with it. You know the type. The kind of conversation you have with your most trusted friends, your partner, your family.
In this sanitized fairytale version of events, the topic of circumcision naturally came up, as it sometimes does in these chats. And Justin, being the open book he portrays himself to be—the sensitive, new-age man who isn’t afraid of vulnerability—simply shared his own experience as a data point. A helpful tidbit. He was just contributing to the dialogue! Nothing more, nothing less. It was all very progressive and adult. He wasn’t trying to be weird; he was trying to be *helpful*.
They’ll say the context is everything. That with Ryan Reynolds and nannies “around,” it was a safe, group environment. See? Not a creepy one-on-one confession. They’re painting this as a mundane moment, a footnote in a lawsuit about something else entirely, leaked only to create drama where none exists. It’s a classic misdirection play. Pay no attention to the man being profoundly inappropriate in a woman’s home. Look over here instead!
The Convenient Excuse
This narrative is designed for one purpose: to make Justin Baldoni look like a victim of circumstance, a well-intentioned guy whose words were twisted. He’s the director of “It Ends With Us,” for crying out loud. A film about the nuances of toxic masculinity. He *gets* it, right? He’s one of the good ones. So how could he possibly be the kind of guy who would make a pregnant woman uncomfortable with unsolicited information about his genitals? It doesn’t fit the brand. It can’t be true. So they’ll say it wasn’t. It was just a conversation. An innocent one.
What a load of crap.
The Truth (What They Don’t Want You To Know)
Now, let me tell you what really happened. Forget the PR spin. This wasn’t some gentle, intellectual discussion among equals about the philosophical quandaries of parenting. This was a move. A bizarre, calculated, and deeply unsettling power play that speaks volumes about the man behind the carefully curated “good guy” mask. People I’ve spoken to who run in these circles aren’t surprised. They’re just surprised it’s public.
Let’s break down the reality of the situation. You are Justin Baldoni. You are in the home of one of Hollywood’s most powerful and beloved couples. Blake Lively is pregnant. Pregnant. A state of profound physical and emotional vulnerability. Her husband, Ryan Reynolds, a man who has built an empire on being charismatic, witty, and fiercely protective, is nearby. This is their sanctuary. Their home. And what do you do? You decide this is the perfect time to bring up the status of your foreskin. Why? Was it a nervous tic? An astonishing lack of social awareness? No. It was much more than that. This was an assertion of dominance in a place where he had none. It’s the ultimate conversation-stopper. It’s a way to hijack a room’s energy and make it all about you, your body, your choices. It’s a subtle way of saying, “I am comfortable discussing anything, even this, which makes *you* uncomfortable. I control the boundaries here.”
Reading Between the Lines of the Deposition
This information didn’t come from a tabloid rumor. It came from a deposition. Under oath. That means lawyers, recorders, and the threat of perjury were in the room. This wasn’t an off-the-cuff remark he could later deny. He confirmed it. He *admitted* to it. The lawsuit itself involves his company, Wayfarer, and allegations from a former employee, so this deposition was meant to probe the company’s culture and Baldoni’s character as a leader. And what did we learn? We learned he’s the kind of leader who tells a pregnant acquaintance he’s circumcised for no discernible reason. Think about what that says about his judgment. About his understanding of professional and personal boundaries. It’s a massive, waving red flag.
Can you even imagine the deafening silence in that room after he said it? Blake, pregnant and probably just trying to be polite, forced to process this completely unnecessary piece of information. And Ryan Reynolds—what was his reaction? The man is a master of the quick comeback, but what do you even say to that? It’s so out of left field, so deeply weird, that it short-circuits normal social interaction. It’s a grenade of awkwardness rolled into the living room. And that’s the point. It creates a moment of social paralysis where the person who threw the grenade holds all the power.
The ‘It Ends With Us’ Irony is Sickening
The most disgusting part of this whole affair is the staggering hypocrisy. Justin Baldoni has built his entire public-facing brand on being an enlightened man. He gives TED Talks about redefining masculinity. He directs “It Ends With Us,” a film based on a book that tackles the insidious nature of emotional abuse and toxic relationships. He profits, both financially and reputationally, from positioning himself as an ally to women, someone who understands the subtle ways men can exert control and create discomfort. And yet, his own sworn testimony reveals behavior that is a textbook example of subtle boundary-pushing. It’s the kind of move a toxic person makes to test the waters, to see what they can get away with. It’s not physical, but it’s a psychological invasion. He brought a topic of an incredibly intimate nature into a non-intimate setting without consent and then forced the other party to deal with it. Sound familiar? It’s the theme of his own damn movie.
This isn’t just a funny, awkward story. It’s a crack in the facade. It suggests the persona is just that—a persona. A well-marketed product. Behind it, the reality might be something far less enlightened. It’s a peek behind the curtain that his PR team is now scrambling to close. But the thing about depositions is, they’re on the record. Forever. This isn’t just a rumor anymore. It’s a fact. And it’s a fact that makes you re-evaluate everything you thought you knew about Hollywood’s favorite male feminist. What other weird, boundary-pushing conversations has he initiated? What else is lurking behind that earnest, sensitive smile? This is the can of worms that one bizarre, unsolicited confession has opened. And it’s not going to be closed anytime soon.
