No matter how much I'd like to be a yoga glamazon, they are not my tribe. My tribe are aqua crew-cut goddesses who smell like samosas. My tribe are neurotic corporate banshees with white knuckles on Goldman Sachs water bottles. My tribe are seven different lineages that all lead to the same destination.' When Alice Williams gets 'phased out' of her dream job, all the demons she usually silences with food start to get too loud to ignore. Unemployed...