Boob V. Bottle-(From the Latex Nipple Perspective)

I have often thought about addressing this topic in my blog, but have never been able to bring myself to do it. I try to keep this blog lighthearted and centered around the wonderment that are my children. However tonight in my surfing, my fellow blogger friend Jessica posted her views on the subject and I have felt compelled to add to her remarks.
Before I had kids I could never decide whether I was going to be boob or a bottle mom. When approaching the birth of my first son, I decided I was going to give nursing a shot. All of the research indicated that it would be better for my baby and I was curious as to how it would go. I was raised in a bottle drinking family and my DH's family was the nursing type. Anyway, when Max was born I tried. I really did try to be that kind of a mom. The doctors pushed it, the lactation counselor tried to convince me my baby would be fat and dumb if I wasn't successful at it, and all of my friends were seasoned pros. For the first two weeks of my baby's life, all I seemed to do was pump and cry and wonder why God blessed me with 44DDDs that didn't work for squat.
In the end, a kind nurse and a supportive husband and family convinced me that it was more important for me to enjoy by little boy than continue fighting a battle that I was rapidly losing. From there I switched exclusively to formula and gave up trying anything else. Max was happy, healthy, and thriving, but I still cringed and wanted to cry every time someone pointed out that he was bottle fed. Many were even bold enough to inquire why and inform me that I was not making the "best" choice for my little one. I once told a woman in the mall that yes I chose not to breastfeed because I in fact did not love my child as much as she must love hers. I think she believed me.
Truth be told when I was pregnant with Zach one of my biggest fears was facing this "stigma" all over again. After weeks of stressing over it and confiding only in my husband about my feelings of failure, we decided it wasn't worth the stress. Zach was bottle fed from the beginning without much discussion. Again, I have a healthy, bright, well-adjusted baby who loves his mommy and daddy equally (actually he kind of still favors me!). Most of my friends were around with my struggles with Max so it was never really brought up this time. Strangers still make rude comments but I have learned that they tend to make rude comments about a lot of things. I ignore them. I can now sit in the middle of a group of moms at playgroup and pull out my bottle when they pull out there boobs and feel good about it. My baby only eats every four hours and always has. He has reached every milestone put in front of him. I have gotten to sleep while my husband takes 2AM feedings. It costs a little bit more, but we cut back other places when we need to and my nipples never hurt.
Now I have nothing against nursing moms at all. In fact around here I'm one of the only non-nursers I know. It works for some and not for others. I think we should all be glad that moms are taking care of babies in whatever way works best for them.
Now to the reason I posted this (other than getting on a soap box and a therapeutic attempt at justify my actions) I wonder if boob moms really secretly view bottle moms as failures and heathens or is this just some kind of insecurity and guilt we put on ourselves because breastfeeding happens to be the popular thing right now. What do you think? I'm interested in your point of view--if you are still with me of course. I did kind of start rambling and ranting didn't I?!? Anyway, thoughts??