I love strippers. Anyone with the courage to put his naked body on display is tops in my book.
Strippers have to put up with a lot of bullshit from clients, not the least of which are the "wallflowers" who nurse a drink all night long and don't tip even though they are getting a show. Even if I don't like a particular stripper, I will tip the guy. He's putting his body and self-esteem on the line for the audience, and that's worth paying for.
Strippers have it rough. Guys are always trying to finger their assholes, grab their balls like they were made of Silly-Putty, and yanking on their dicks like they were trying to start a lawnmower. A stripper's body can get pretty abused during the night. Worse, after forcing his body to sexual arousal every half hour for six hours straight, most strippers are incredibly desperate for sex after work...and yet, clients treat them like trash. Not worth receiving pleasure in return. (Or, worse, they treat them like prostitutes: A couple bucks for a roll in the back seat of the car.)
Strippers work incredibly hard on New Year's Eve. They are working, not having fun. They have ten zillion customers to please. And the crush of bodies makes it exceptionally difficult to move through the crowd without everyone getting a free grope, or the stripper's ass getting pinched until it's black and blue.
I've met many strippers, and I can say that most of them are very nice, intelligent, sweet guys.